Yesterday my 9 year old son and I went on a bike ride. It was windy, and not regular wind – Lethbridge wind! Gusts to 60 km/h! My plan was to quickly ride around the block, then he would see how windy it was and we would move onto the next activity. Evan decided he wanted to ride all the way to his favorite park which is 25 mins away. I told him that wouldn’t be a good idea because the ride back would be against the wind and it would be really difficult. But this is Evan, who thinks he is bigger, older and stronger than he really is. He insisted he would be fine and to give him a chance…so I did. Urgh.
We rode to the favorite playground, parked our bikes (which immediately blew over). We played hide and seek tag for 45 mins in the gale force winds. It was actually pretty fun and we had a blast! But THEN it was time to ride our bikes home…directly into the wind.
We rode for a few blocks in first gear. Peddling hard but getting nowhere. If our helmets weren’t fastened, they would have blown off our heads. This wind was crazy – but we had to get home!
Evan started to whine and complain! I immediately said,”No whining! You chose this and you need to make the best of it!” We had a long talk, as we pushed our bikes uphill in the wind, about making the best of the consequences of our choices. We had such a fun time at the park and we weren’t going to let a little wind (ok, a freakin’ hurricane!) bring us down.
We pushed through (literally) and I thought my life lesson was successful. He wasn’t overjoyed with this part of the bike ride, but at least he wasn’t whining. I thought to myself, “Wow, we are actually going to make it home without a meltdown”.
Then, 2 blocks from home (so close to the finish line!), a rock blew into Evan’s eye. And the freak out started. Tears the rest of the way home. Urgh.
So close…so close.