I rode a bike today. I haven’t ridden a bike since I was in primary school. My husband and boy 2 were teasing me mercilessly about not being able to ride a bike.
“I can so ride a bike”.
“I have in 19 years never seen you ride a bike- prove it”.
The bike that was forced on me was my husband’s mountain bike. I did a quick lap (kinda quick, while dodging our rose garden) from the house to the chicken pen and back. Boy 2 was running beside me in case I fell off (these men have no faith in me). Boy 2 was trying to tell me how to change gears, and “don’t use the front brakes Mum, or you are going to fly over the handle bars and scrape your face off”. I was happy with my quick lap around the yard and was happy to leave it at that. No, no my husband and child challenged me to ride down our street, turn left on to the newly concreted path and peddle to the next street about 1 kilometre away. You know when you watch documentaries about new born animals and they stand up for the first time and are all wobbly. Yes, well this was me trying to ride a bike down our street and then down the hill that is made of concrete.
Boy 2 stayed by my side the whole way down the hill. He was on his scooter and was coaching me through the gears. My nervous giggle as I was flying down the hill was making him nervously laugh. We raced each other up the hill and passed my husband and our massive dog who was taking up the whole path. Boy 2 and I were yelling “move”. Boy 2 made me go back down the hill, ride back up and home again. He wanted me to ride to the other end of our street. He is one tough trainer. The whole way he was saying things like, “proud of you mum”
“you are so good at riding a bike mum”,
“you could go all day mum”.
My heart was full from learning something from my boy, enjoyed my ride and came home and enjoyed a goblet of red, while cooking roast pork.
End of day 39.
Football grand final on the TV, what a bunch of Neanderthals.
Enjoying reading The Language of flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh. I will never look at flowers the same way again.
(I was going to write a post about our house, that is why I am hanging out on our back stairs in the feature photo)