Inspired by Bentlily (http://bentlily.com/about/).
bikes, boys, and being mum
April 13, 2012
It was so good yesterday They wanted to do it again. We lifted the bikes over the school fence to ride on the netball court. So big now and so fast so confident pushing new limits every day No-one needs me now To hold the bike whilst he gets on To run behind the bike whilst he zig-zags and steers wildly To catch him as he banks left and nearly falls. But I’m there Looking on And stopping myself from saying “be careful”. I look away and in that moment there’s a scrape and a crash a brief moment of silence then the howl a bike on the ground a crumpled boy I hold him still howling shaking from the shock We sit together on the bench I hug him and he cries hurting and heartbroken How can something that felt so good Turn so quickly into pain? He sobs and sobs. I hug him and rock him “sh sh sh sh sh” I don’t want him to shush the crying but how to take the pain away? “it hurts so much” I whisper. I can’t remember anyone hugging my hurts out. Will he? There are bandaids in my bag but I’ve forgotten about them. We watch the other boys pick up the discarded bike to put it aside and ride on Now I call out “be careful” as I straighten the handlebars so they are in line with the wheel The crying turns into a whimper “I can’t ride my bike now it hurts too much” the bottom lip goes out We stay, watching it’s less fun with one less they are less fast, less confident the youngest falls off his bike four times just to show that he can do it too and goes out again after a hug. I wheel the bike to the fence and lift it over, “Want to coast down the hill to home? It might be easier than walking?” “OK, I’ll try” He’s on the bike again.
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