In the Urban Forest of our local park, Mama Bear [that would be me] was walking six paces behind her cub. Said cub was peddling the strangest of bikes on the paved track. A three-wheeled contraption. An adult-sized trike. Manufactured for cubs like my own who, because of motor-related disAbilities, cannot navigate an adult two-wheeler.
Cub peddles happily along, oblivious to the six- and eight-year-old male creatures who have stopped to watch her. Their heads rotate on their necks 180.
At first Mama Cub surpresses her compulsions, stifles her voice and bites her tongue. Then after she passes the two small creatures, still standing, still stradling their two-wheelers, she says to herself: "Say it!"
And she does.
She looks back over her shoulder while continuing to walk: "Cool-looking bike, huh, Guys?!"
They nod. Cub is still peddling along. Mama Bear strides off. With an inner smirk.
Love it! 😉 We see one of those cool looking bikes in our subdivision, too!
You know how us writers are always rewriting things in our heads?…I just learned at the Blissdom blogging conference that if I tweak my blog after it’s published, it appears again (and again depending on how many tweaks and I’ve been known to make multiples) in people’s readers…and email subscriptions, I assume, too….Anyways, while still under the seductive spell of the warm covers this chilly a.m., I realized it might have been helpful to add that there was a little smirk on those boys faces, further egging on Mama Bear.
Penny: yeah. We are everywhere….(And by that you know I mean autism….)