This Mother's Day I received two special gifts.
One. The BIG gift of time. My husband took our now five year old daughters for a couple hours in the afternoon so that I could have some time for me. In a moment like that, it's quite sad to say that I almost didn't know what to do with myself!
My initial thought was to open up my school bag that I drag home every day but rarely touch. But I didn't. Then I thought I should just start a load of laundry, do the dishes and clean off the counter. Nope, I walked away.
I found myself on the couch. I learned more about the BIG planning it takes when visiting Disney. I studied the Unofficial Guide: Walt Disney Word with Kids 2015. Tabbing pages and making notes. I scoured my Disney Pinterest board for tips and hints and suggestions to make that planning easier. I found out my husband has been doing a lot of planning for this trip and I was just touching the surface of it all!
But the quiet of the house reminded me something was missing._____________________________________________________
Two. The girls came in all excited from their excursion with Daddy. Non-stop talking about all the happenings, but only to find out that we were all putting our shoes on for the next BIG adventure.
Bike riding. I'm talking BIG kid bike riding. As in, Daddy was taking off the training wheels and we are doing this bike riding for real.
This was BIG. The girls were all smiles with excitement, but I could tell there was a little fear. I forced a little smile knowing I was full of fear. Daddy and I each walked quickly holding on so they could feel the balancing of the bike. We rode down the sidewalk to the open running track at the end of the street. Plenty of space on the track and lots of grass.
It was at this moment, seeing the open track and room to spread our wings, that I thought THIS has to be one of the hardest jobs as a parent. Teaching a child to ride a bike.
Slowly, side-by-side, jogging, keep pedaling, balancing, letting go, back-and-forth, stopping.
And then starting the process all over again. Girls yelling, "Let go!" "Aaaggghh!" "Help me!"
Then it hit me: Teaching a child to ride a bike is a metaphor for life. I was there next to her, letting go, but grabbing too quickly out of fear. Letting go again, waiting, wondering, will she take off? Or crash and burn? All scenarios in real life. All bumps in the road. All with possible endings.
But it's about building independence. Teaching our children about the freedom to make choices and learning about consequences in life. Then learning what to do next -- whether she soars or falls.
All the while knowing, Mommy and Daddy will always be there ...
Life is like riding a bike. And my two five year old girls are learning! A BIG day at our house!
Two unexpected gifts on Mother's Day!
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