Posted by Madi Carlson (Columnist) on May 8th, 2018 at 12:16 pm
What’s that saying again? “The toughest job you’ll ever feel too guilty to complain about because everyone else makes it look so easy, but they’re probably silently struggling, too.”
I’m exhausted, and have been for 11 years and 21 days. Not quite as much these days now that my kids are older and more independent, but I vividly remember the days we were together nonstop, day-in and day-out (actually, day-out and day-out as we spent most of our time outside). And while I didn’t appreciate it at the time, my bike saved me. Being able to carry myself, my kids, and our stuff far from home to places of peace and to do it via my own pedal power — versus the expense and hassle of using car or bus — made me feel capable, strong, and free!
Bikes give all of a sense of freedom when we first learn to ride. I was seven and very cautious, not to mention very jealous that my little brother had figured out biking before me. After a gazillion false starts and a few scraped knees, I finally committed to keeping my feet on the pedals and just going for it and before I knew it, I was flying down the block. Then there’s a second breakthrough when we start riding without supervision and our world suddenly becomes huge!
But these are usually childhood milestones, with no good equivalents in boring adulthood — except for when you’re a mom and you start biking with your kids.
For as exhausting as they are, kids are excellent at forcing us to slow down and view things through their eyes — not only hazards like dog poo to accidentally step in (again?!) and food to eat off the ground, but also the simple joy of getting around by bike that you don’t feel walking, driving, or busing.
But it’s more than just remembering and reliving how magical those early days of biking are. When I combine that with having brought my whole family somewhere — be it by my clunky old bike with an eBay baby seat, a second-hand trailer, or my brand new cargo bike — it makes me feel like I can survive anything. That’s not to say there aren’t difficulties and tantrums even in this magical bikey world, but they’re certainly a lot fewer and a lot easier to weather.
All that being said, I’m sure it will come as no surprise that my Mother’s Day plans are to go for a bike ride with my kids. And hopefully a bunch of other moms and their kids. As well as anyone else who wants to come.
Perhaps the novelty of riding with just my own kids is wearing off a bit because I tremendously enjoy riding with other families. It’s still easy to make a day feel like an enormous adventure when it’s just the three of us out on bikes, but it’s even better when there are friends along.
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I may have let my excitement for this special day go to my head and have decided upon a 10-mile loop — much longer than the usual Kidical Mass ride. It’s sure to be an adventure of epic proportions for all of us! And we’ll have a playground break in the middle and swing by a grocery store just before the end to get fixings for a picnic lunch.
Thanks for reading. Do you have a fun memory to share about biking as a mom, or about biking with your mom? Feel free ask questions in the comments below or email me your story ideas and insights at madidotcom [at] gmail [dot] com.
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