Summer is fast approaching and the girls are spending more time outside. Once Pix and Sprite are dressed, and sometimes even before they are dressed, they run outside and play on the patio. Later in the afternoon Clarabelle runs home, finishes her homework and spends the rest of the afternoon/evening riding her scooter and playing with her friends. She stops by for a quick dinner whenever it is served.
Right now bikes are all the rage in our home. CB is finally becoming confident enough to learn how to ride. She’s already outgrown her last two wheeled bike and is on to a larger one. Her previous bike has been bestowed upon Pix, who thinks she’s won the lotto. She doesn’t see how sad and tired that little purple bike has become. It’s tires are cracked, the grips are half gone, the streamers were pulled off long ago (OH, SPRITE!), the flowers on the seat have become faded. None of this matters to Pix and I love her all the more for this.
I’m realizing, the longer I’m a parent, the more I’m remembering my childhood and it’s almost become the standard to how I’m raising my kids. I believe I received 2 brand new bikes in my childhood. The rest were hand me downs from my brother or gifts from my grandpa. He would scour garage sales in the winter and in early spring he would show up with a rag tag lot of bikes for my brother and I to choose from. The bikes we didn’t pick he would load up and take to the rest of the kids in our family. Half the fun of bike ownership growing up was rebuilding and getting our bikes into working condition, just the way we wanted them.
Pix is already taking this lead. Her and Sprite have been spending their mornings decorating her “new” bike with flowers and “wheats” (weeds they found somewhere out back that look like wheat to them). I can’t wait till this weekend when I take Pix to the store to get some new grips with streamers for her bike. Maybe we’ll even give the bike a good washing out on the lawn too. Just like I used to do when I was a kid.