July 7, 2012
We live in a house that has a reserve running both alongside and behind it. With a small creek that flows through the reserve, and numerous bike paths leading to a playground, it is a perfect place for kids to ride, play and explore.
After a busy morning out and about, we arrived home and the kids begged us to take them for a ride to the playground at the end of the parkland. And so they donned their bike helmets, put on their shoes and jackets, and picked up either their bike or their scooter. One by one, they filed out the front door, down the driveway, and along the front of the house to where the footpath begins through the reserve. They’ve done this quite a few times now, so they know the drill. One by one, they take off down the path, carefully keeping an eye on the person in front of them, being sure not to go too fast for fear of taking a tumble.
Today, the two little ones took their scooters, and the two older ones rode their bikes. Charlyse, nervous about riding her two-wheeler only a matter of days ago, showed supreme (albeit cautious) confidence this time. James rode his bike with trainers, as his balance isn’t so great due to his disease. But that doesn’t stop him riding and having a blast. Paddy zig-zagged along the path, and Saraya carefully took the lead.
It doesn’t take much to get the kids out and encourage them to be active. With James so desperate to lose weight, he would happily do it every single day, except that he ends up so tired in the evening that he can barely muster up enough energy or strength to have a bath and get ready for bed. But that doesn’t stop him.
And so one by one, one after the other, they rode down the path. Through the reserve, beside the creek, all the way to the playground. And all the while they listened out for the Big Bad Wolf and made sure not to get too close to the creek where the crocodiles live. Just quietly, I’m pretty certain that the excitement of seeing wolves and crocodiles are the real reasons why they love to go riding.
My little adventurers. If a wild imagination is what it takes to keep them active, then why would I bother telling them the truth? I think I’ll just play along and let them believe for a bit longer.