We’re riding our bikes to school this year and even though it’s still quite warm (mid-90s) by the time afternoon kindergarten rolls around, I love the little extra bursts of activity I’m getting in my day. It doesn’t compare to Tom’s 18 mile each-way bike to work, but it’s a bit of fresh air. The low hills around our little valley, covered in drying grasses and small green tree-bushes against the blue sky and brilliant clouds remind me of an post-impressionist painting of Provence or something. It’s gorgeous outside, is what.
Every day I remind Lucy to look both ways, and to look up again after glancing down to get her feet aligned on her pedals. She’s still a bit wobbly on her big two wheeler, but she has relaxed her tense grip somewhat and she no longer panics (much) when other riders are within ten feet of her.
Today she pedaled right across the church parking lot driveaway without glancing to either side. When I prodded her, she said, “I was following you, Mommy. I knew you would look.”
Yes, Lucy, I will look for you every single day that I can, but you have to look for yourself too now.
Look for yourself, Lucy-goosey.
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