The Joy of Being a Motorcycle Momma
Chloe has never asked for a dirt bike of her own so getting one for her birthday was a big surprise.
While at work last week, I got a video clip of Chloe masterfully doing circles and figure 8′s around the backyard. Watching my monkey out there motoring through the yard absolutely lit my heart up.
In no time at all, she went from tentative wobbling to graceful motion.
I can honestly say that I never really knew the limitless depth of happiness until I became a parent. The ability to be truly happy for someone else went to a whole other level. Watching your child triumph is a gift.
Okay, Let’s Ride!
On Sunday, Chloe got to try her new wheels outside of the confines of our yard. Our family went to a trail riding event hosted by the Long Island Recreational Trails Conservancy.
She began her day riding around a course that ran through a plowed cornfield. It is designed to let beginners exercise their new skills while parents can clearly see them move through the course. The ground is soft, there isn’t anything hard to run in to. It’s a great low pressure environment to learn in.
Just watching her riding along, it seemed to me that a kid possesses some innate knowledge of how to do things. I guess “life” hasn’t clogged up their thinking with a bunch of what if’s and noise. They just seem to operate on instinct.
Once she got comfortable moving through the course, we took her into the woods. She seemed completely relaxed navigating her way along the trail and snaking through the trees. When I consider this was her first day of riding a motorcycle on something other than the wide open grass of our backyard, I was completely impressed. She did great!
There was no complaining, no I can’t or I don’t know how – Chloe jumped in with both feet and went for it.
Sure, she fell along the way but she became adept at picking herself back up and getting herself back on the trail. I could stand to take a few pointers from her.
When we came home, we sat outside talking about the day. I asked her what her favorite part was. Her answer was, “I didn’t have one.”
I must admit I was a little taken off guard by that until she followed it up with, “I loved all of it. Well,… not so much the falling.”
After being out on the bikes all day, Chloe asked if she could ride some more in the backyard.
I love her spirit, resilience and her ability to accept the idea that anything is possible. That last bit is something so many grown-ups seem to un-learn.
I’m one seriously proud Momma.