It has been three years that we have had a bike trailer, but
my road bike was not working and so I never could get it to go into the easy
gears to help me pull the two boys up hills. Three
years of forgetting that I had an old mountain bike collecting dust in our
basement cellar. Only when we did
a recent house project did I remember it.
“Pumpkin” as I called it almost twenty years ago when I bought it. It is totally equipped for mountain
trail & has always been slow on city roads –but it does get me up big hills.
So the day before preschool was to begin- I got the tires
pumped and the trailer hitched to it. Then on their first day the boys and I were able to ride in fresh city air to
preschool & keep the car parked.
I was joyful to not yet be the "car driving mama" plus the boys enjoyed the trail banter that we had along
the way; from singing songs to noticing landmarks.
Then after a moment of mama’s heart breaking just a bit as
I left my little ones in the hands
of another for the first time– in
the children’s first “classroom” I rode off. Freedom on bike.
Time my own…Blissful but worried: How will the classroom transform my
little ones? How will it build or
break their confidence, their creativity, their love for nature for creativity? (Just today we rescued a spider
and then took him outside to see where he chose to go. S noted that he found a crack & was
probably headed for our basement.)
We will see…but I am sure the riding will be good for me.
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