Apparently one of the set rules when growing us is learning how to ride a bike. I apparently was not told this rule when growing up nor was my mother ( mom I forgive you for this). That’s right I never learned how to ride a bike. I don’t know if this was due to my nose always being in a book, or the fact that when my mom would lock us out of the house he never left a bike out for the kids to play with and unlike some members in my family I wasn’t going to “borrow” the neighbors bike.
Yet it could be that I never found the activity of balancing on two wheels to get somewhere very fun. I would rather walk, which I did a lot of growing up.
Yet not learning has come back to hunt me. I have found myself jealous of the people who ride up and down the trail near my home. This jealousy only gets worse when those people have a baby seat on the back and baby or toddler is fast asleep with not a care in the world. Oh and the now eight year old who ride their bikes enjoy their summer vacation… yes I may envy them. I admit it I am jealous of the little kids in my neighborhood.
Yet today I have decided to do something for myself and learn how to ride a bike! I am quiet excited though I have realized learning may end up with me wishing my local hospital had a rewards card seeing my family is always there for some odd reason.
I am giving myself the summer to learn. Hopefully after that you will see me speeding away with two kids connected behind me because apparently riding a bike and babywearing your child is frowned upon. Sigh