Learning Is Not Easy … and sometimes you scrape your knees.
We are pretty spoiled when it comes to weather in California but Spring here is just magic. Cool breeze, bright beaming sunlight, and a whole lot of greenery (Thank you, El Niño). We’ve recently located a trail, great for families, on our way back from a hike in the San Bernardino National Forest region. We were trotting on home when we all glanced out of the window and saw one of those great breezes that moves the grass in unison. We knew we had to stop. Allen spun around and turned right into Caspers Wilderness Park.
There are many campsites with picnic tables, a pit for food, trash bins, everything perfectly polished – I really have to give it to California state parks, spotless! We chose a spot towards the end, near a cute little red windmill and under a big, droopy tree.
Freshly woken from her nap, surrounded by her favorite snacks.
Scout with our Schwinn Bicycles
Papa assisting Scout with her helmet
Steering her in the right direction
Sometimes I’m in photos 🙂
Our visit to Caspers was a special one. We rode, we laughed, we ate sandwiches… and we got bold. As parents, we don’t shy away from fear. As with most things in life, it’s a lot scarier in our heads than the reality we live in. We decided that it was a good idea for her to push herself to ride up a hill and stroll down. We took precaution and inspected the hill as low angled. So, we tugged her along to push her through her own fears up the big bad hill.
She shouted these exact words on her way up:
“Mommy, I’m scared,”
“It’s too hard,”
“My legs aren’t strong enough,”
“I don’t want to go to the playground,”
Needless to say, we made it over the hill. I was right behind her and could tell she was nervous the entire way up.
And through all of the doubt, she made it on top. But at the top of every hill, lies a downward, faster, scarier way down. Something in me urged her ride alone and downhill she went. She rode fast and before I could catch up, she was speeding down the driveway towards the bushes. I was so nervous and within seconds, she had already rolled off her bike onto the floor. Thankfully saved by her helmet. And with a couple of scratches and a few tears, we decided to pull over to the other side of the road to take a break. We were both so nervous and the sun was glaring. After about 5 minutes, Scout stopped crying and looked at me and apologized.
“Mommy, I’m sorry I fell.”
My heart dropped. Here’s a three-year-old, apologizing to me for falling off of her bike. I just held her then we both laughed. She described what happened, how it happened and under just 20 minutes, we forgot it even happened.
“Mommy, I’m brave.”
Oh, yes you are!
Thankful to Schwinn for our bicycles and safety helmets.
Brittany’s Bike: Schwinn Allston 1