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Chinstrap time travel

This is a moment I plan to savor on my deathbed. I took care to emblazon it on my psyche.

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Each morning when the weather permits, the kids and I strap on our helmets, mount our bicycles and ride ¾ mile to their school. I make sure they’re OK locking up their bikes in the bicycle cage and then I pedal home. At the end of the school day, I zoom back to school, meet them at the cage, and we ride home together. Our rides have become a treasured ritual. We get fresh air, exercise, a joint activity, and time to talk while in motion.

One morning the kids were already on their bikes while I was still putting on my helmet. They buzzed around our circle waiting for me. It was a beautiful sunny morning, temps in the mid 60s. The grass is greening, the heavens a gorgeous azure, the flowers peeking up with their vibrant colors, the air so clean you want to inhale the entire sky into your lungs. I paused to notice, really notice, what was going on.

And then a curious thing happened, in the mere time it takes to click a chinstrap.

I marveled that the two teeny-tiny babies that I’d schlepped in infant car seats, that I’d toddled down driveways, that I’d left, crying with separation anxiety, in pre-school classrooms, that these two amazing beings had become such independent, active and generally happy children. In the blink of an eye, a filmstrip covering 9+ years of parenting ran through my mind.

And the phenomenon continued, from the present day forward. I could see Tessa, her legs splayed in the “wheeee” position while she coasted the arc of the circle, sporting braces, donning a sports uniform of some sort, then wearing a formal dress and corsage with her right hand on her date’s chest in the classic prom-photo pose. I could see Reed, working on his wheelies, then in a gown with a mortarboard atop his head and diploma in hand as he graduates from my alma mater. I see them each in wedding-wear, gazing with devotion into their beloveds’ eyes, then becoming parents themselves, teaching their children, my grandchildren, to ride bikes.

Best of all? I returned to right now. This perfect, delicious, endless moment with my children.

I am so lucky.

(This post originally appeared on Perfect Moment Monday, which is featured weekly on Write Mind Open Heart. New participants are always welcome.)

What perfect moment have you observed recently?

Lori Holden
Author: Lori Holden

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2 Comments

  1. Thanks Lori! That’s an emotion stirrer 😉 We also enjoy walking and riding our bikes to school (around the corner) – what awesome, memorable times those are to cherish, every perfect moment with them. What a blessing to be a mom!

  2. Thanks, Jaime. I find that the more I notice these perfect moments, the more of them I have.

    Nice to know a fellow biking family!

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