I returned home the other night, stuffed from movie theatre popcorn, dinner, drinks and dessert. I urged my family to go on a walk with me to relieve my gluttonous guilt and so they did. Chloe was anxious to get out her bike. She wanted to show George that she could now pedal on gravel – something never before attempted until earlier that day. The outfit she wore was a strange composition of floral pants, yellow frog rubbers, a polka dot slicker, and a pink cloth napkin draped over her head - held in place by a sparkling tiara. This was not at all unusual to her parents as her creative combinations amuse us daily. I had run into the house to drop off my stuff, so the two of them got a head start. Walking towards her, I was greeted by a neighbor whom I had never met. The woman was laughing as she approached, “Your daughter has made my day.” she repeated several times enthusiastically.
I met another couple and they too were chuckling and remarked on Chloe. Wondering what all the fuss was about, I looked to find her at the end of the gravel drive, pedaling with a mighty force as her back wheel spun out beneath her. Her training wheels caused her to be stuck. She was determined to be unstuck. Hunched down over her handlebars, her elaborate headdress flapping in the breeze, she pedaled, pedaled and pedaled. But alas, she did not budge. In her determination to impress her father, she wasn't about to give up. A slight push from George, and she sped gaily on her way.
Because I am her mom, this is daily fare. To see how delightful she is through others eyes I am overcome with gratitude. Childhood is incredible.