Enjoying the Ride

I finally decided to just do it: I bought a used trailer for the boys that I can pull behind my bike. I’ve been wanting one for forever, but I always talked myself out of it. But with the beautiful weather beckoning, I decided to dust off the bikes and go for it. And I’m so glad that I did. We’ve had so much fun, although the maiden voyage got off to a rough start….

First, there was just the preparation involved. Each boy had to have a helmet. The bike tires had to be aired up. The trailer had to be hitched. Etc, etc. Once my husband and I had everything ready, we finally loaded up the three-year-old, who seemed suspicious of the new adventure but willing to give it a whirl.

However, the baby was a different story. We strapped him into the trailer in his Winnie-the-Pooh helmet, and he immediately began to cry. His cries got louder and louder, as I tried to figure out the best way to cinch him in. He was getting very frustrated, and I could almost hear him saying, “Can’t you hear me? I don’t like this!” I tried to assure him that everything was going to be okay. “You’re going to love it!” I tried to tell him. He was not convinced. In a desperate last move, he began using the sign for “all done” (they teach him sign language at his day care) in a desperate attempt to communicate his displeasure.

Finally, we were ready to roll, but the baby was still crying. “I can’t do it!” I told my husband, “he’s so upset!” “Just give him until the end of the block and we’ll see what happens,” my husband wisely suggested. So off we went, the baby screaming at the top of his lungs and his brother watching the whole scene dispassionately. And then, much to my amazement, the screams stopped. My husband pulled along beside me and peered into the trailer. “He’s doing fine!” he said. “A bit pensive, but OK.”

We all rode along in silence for a while. It was dusk, and the weather was perfect November weather – not too hot, and not too cold. Soon, I could hear my three-year-old talking to his baby brother. I think he was telling him a story, but I couldn’t catch his words. My husband and I smiled at each other, enjoying the moment. We rode slowly, but even so, I felt a lightness inside of myself that made me feel like I was flying.

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