Another red bicycle

I’m beginning to learn that happiness is not necessarily about extravagant, traditionally significant things.  Last week, I thought it would be a good idea to take my little boy’s bike to school.  Barely out the gate, I realised this was going to be more awkward than I had anticipated.  Leaning over the handlebars, having to continually re-direct the wheels, I pushed on, only because I had started, my daughter was chanting ‘follow the leader’ in front of me, and I couldn’t let go of my now clearly crazy notion.

Wheeling the bike across the playground, I was greeted by a group of mothers, all looking at me doing this ridiculous thing, and smiling.  Usually, we all stand, some sharing small-talk, but most just staring at the school door, arms folded, face set with determination to get through this wait, and move on to the next.  It’s a grim place to be, mostly.  But today, because of the bike, and my quips about bringing it to school, they were all laughing.  All of a sudden, I was glad I had done it.  Maybe it was the only time some of them had laughed that day.  Even if not, it made me feel good.  It doesn’t take much to lift a day, and this day, it was all down to a red bicycle.

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