Today, I would have loved to have stayed home, read a book, tidy my space, or simply watch TV … I’m getting to the end of the school holidays and those things seem so long ago to me. Instead, I packed up the kids in the car with their bikes, scooters, helmets, and togs and towels, and we went to a neighbouring town to go to the bike park and the pool with some friends.
The thing is that we have all the gear, but my kids haven’t had much in the way of practice at biking. We live on the farm, it’s pretty bumpy and rough underfoot when you are first learning to bike. We rarely take the bikes to town to practice, and it’s really only in the last 6 months that my oldest son, has become confident on the bike. The others … not so much. So it was the perfect opportunity to hang out with some friends in a safe environment and improve their skills.
Sometimes, this is what you have to do. You have to do the ‘right thing’ when you are a mum. The hassle of getting there, the lugging of the gear to a set-up spot, the running around after your four-year-old, hand firmly on his seat, while you (sweetly) encourage him to pedal. The picking up of your six-year-old, who thinks that he should be better than he is, and he wants to follow his friend over the big bumps. The diplomacy as you explain to said six-year-old, that he’ll have to be able to pedal faster, and get on and off his bike by himself before that happens. The extra diplomacy, through gritted teeth as your eight-year-old has a wee crash just as her confidence is soaring, and she is “NEVER” going to ride her bike again, that she has to “get-back-on-the-horse” and ride around at least one more time before I let her stop.
And now, that I am back at home, sitting at my computer, the hassle is not that bad, the beauty and growth that happened there in every other moment, was completely worth it. Sometimes doing the ‘right thing’ is actually the ‘BEST THING’.