Rollin' rollin' rollin'
Jul. 7th, 2006 09:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciroccojLeft home around 1PM and came back around 6:30. I don't know how many kilometres we biked, but we went across Experimental Farm, down to Dow's Lake where we had a picnic lunch, and over past Landsdowne. Stopped for about an hour so that Chris could go to a doctor's appointment, then biked home.
Or rather, I biked home. The boys got as far as Dow's before Chris' bike popped a tube, so I biked home and then drove back to get them. They were near the CFB on a war-type machine (tank? I've driven past the thing a million times but wouldn't be able to pick it out of a line-up if it was the chief suspect in an armed robbery).
Chris was quite charmed by the Experimental bike path, and said we should do this again.
Success!!
You know, it's funny how even when life doesn't give you what you want, it often gives you what you need.
All through my childhood I imagined all sorts of wonderful things I would do if I had a little girl to raise. Most of them were similar to things my mom had done with me, but I was also going to make some changes and improvements. Instead I got what I got. And all my plans for reading Anne of Green Gables or watching The Sound of Music or drawing together, or gently pushing my daughters to think of math and science and sports as fun, have gone by the wayside.
Now I'm the one who's pushed to get out and move and run and play and live in the moment. Which, by myself? I would never, ever do. They've taught me to love camping. They've taught me to look forward to the day when we can bike across the city. They've taught me that there's a certain joy in noise and chaos and destruction. It's really, really neat. I'm a better and more well-rounded person because of them, and while I often wish things were just a little easier, I wouldn't give any of it back for all the quiet, shy, artistic little girls in the world.
Or rather, I biked home. The boys got as far as Dow's before Chris' bike popped a tube, so I biked home and then drove back to get them. They were near the CFB on a war-type machine (tank? I've driven past the thing a million times but wouldn't be able to pick it out of a line-up if it was the chief suspect in an armed robbery).
Chris was quite charmed by the Experimental bike path, and said we should do this again.
Success!!
You know, it's funny how even when life doesn't give you what you want, it often gives you what you need.
All through my childhood I imagined all sorts of wonderful things I would do if I had a little girl to raise. Most of them were similar to things my mom had done with me, but I was also going to make some changes and improvements. Instead I got what I got. And all my plans for reading Anne of Green Gables or watching The Sound of Music or drawing together, or gently pushing my daughters to think of math and science and sports as fun, have gone by the wayside.
Now I'm the one who's pushed to get out and move and run and play and live in the moment. Which, by myself? I would never, ever do. They've taught me to love camping. They've taught me to look forward to the day when we can bike across the city. They've taught me that there's a certain joy in noise and chaos and destruction. It's really, really neat. I'm a better and more well-rounded person because of them, and while I often wish things were just a little easier, I wouldn't give any of it back for all the quiet, shy, artistic little girls in the world.
