One of the sure signs of spring in eastern Canada is a child on a bicycle while there is still snow on the ground. Such was the case recently when we accompanied our daughter and the kids to the boardwalk while the girls rode their new bicycles.
As I watched them, I remembered what it was like to have a new bike, or even a “new to me” bike. The sense of freedom when I could ride off on my own was unmatched in my childhood. This ability to move around independently and quickly was thrilling. Riding with a friend was even better.
On the boardwalk, the girls rode ahead of us and stopped periodically to wait for us to catch up.
They were thrilled on the bikes after the long winter and enjoyed trying them for speed and manoeuvrability.
Meanwhile their almost two year old brother didn’t want to ride in his stroller as he had done on our last visit there. He walked the entire way back to the car. The little guy was thrilled with his freedom to choose where to walk, on the snow along the side, the boardwalk itself or the nearby pavement.
His mother indulged his joy in the moment while we walked ahead with the girls.
Love of freedom begins early.