Post by Jessica R.
My oldest daughter is turning five in just two weeks and, I’m not sure how this came about, but she has decided that she’s getting a bicycle for her birthday.
A blue bicycle. Not a girl-colored bike—just so we’re clear.
We took a trip to Toys ‘R’ Us so she could scout out the bikes. Within moments both girls were racing up and down the aisles, screeching to a halt at the end, turning around and racing back. The younger one was on a 12 inch bike and the older one on a 16 inch. Never have they seemed bigger than at that moment.
I’m holding tight to both, pretending they are still my babies, my little dependable infants. But one is starting kindergarten in the fall and the other will soon be out of diapers (we hope!). Sadly, and no matter what I do, babyhood is fading fast.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and resisted the urge to hold them back, though I did ask them to slow down and not run over anyone. And then I smiled. This summer we’ll be able to go for long family bike rides. There’s a trade-off to no longer having babies to tend to all day long.