At about 7:30 this morning, I got the brilliant idea that we should all ride our bikes to school. My kids LOVE to ride their bikes and spend most every afternoon cruising around the neighborhood. Even Sienna, with her little legs and "Let's Go! Barbie Go!" bike pedals away the afternoon. I told the kids my plan and they were ecstatic. Since my kids don't attend our neighborhood school, this meant we had a 20-25 minute ride to look forward to.
Just before 8, I went out to the garage to get everything ready. My bike was still on the rollers where I usually ride each morning and I needed to hook up the trailer to it.
This is where my plan started to tank.
I twisted and pulled and reefed and yanked on those silly knobs and I COULD NOT get them to loosen so I could unlatch my bike. I got out the pliers and pulled harder. I put on some gloves and twisted stronger. I called my husband for some words of encouragement. I could not budge those stupid knobs!
This is also where my kids started to freak out. They were SO EXCITED at the idea of riding up to school. They had gotten ready in record time and had done everything I had asked them to do. Spence was trying to help with the knobs and Hannah was taking care of Austin. She disappeared into the house for a minute and when she came back, I was finally able to loosen the knobs and free the bike. (She later told me she had gone inside to say a quick prayer that we could ride to school and that I would be strong enough to loosen the knobs. Such a sweet girl.)
Next thing you know, we're off! Austin and Sienna are in the trailer, Hannah and Spence are leading the way and I am feeling like mother of the year. We made it to the end of the street before Spencer's shoelace got stuck in his pedal and down he went. He hopped right back up (after tucking in his laces) and rode on.
About halfway through our ride, Hannah started to lag behind. At first I encouraged her to keep up but found it odd and she's usually the leader of the back. That girl is built just like her Mama which means her hind quarters are powerful and she never has trouble staying with the pack. I kept slowing down and she kept falling back and when I finally stopped to wait for her, I saw the problem.
Her back tire was completely flat. And we were no where near the school. Or our house.
Spence had circled back to see what was going on and Hannah decided to keep plugging away. I was so proud of her determination! And since I'm the idiot who forgot the pump, we really didn't have much choice. Spence rode behind Hannah and cheered her on the whole way.
"You're doing great Hannah! We're almost there! You are so strong!"
I rode in front with tears running down my face.
About a half mile from the school, Hannah couldn't go any more. Her little legs had ridden the bike as far as they could and she was exhausted. While I tried to figure out how to get Hannah and her bike into the trailer along side Squish and The Captain, Spence came up with a solution.
"I'll ride Hannah's bike to give her a break Mom and she can ride mine." He hopped down, lowered the seat for Hannah and away they went.
I watched them for a moment in complete awe at my children. Spence selflessly helped his sister in her literal hour of need, not caring that he was now going to ride up to the school in front of all of his friends on a pink ladybug bike and Hannah graciously took her brother's help. "Thanks Spence," she called, "you are the hero of the day!"
We pulled up to the school a few minutes late and after parking his bike, he came to help Hannah. They got their backpacks out of the trailer and walked hand-in-hand into the school. I followed behind with the little ones completely in love with my kids.
Today's treat was indeed the most special of all. I think I'll make some homemade peanut butter cups and celebrate my children all day long.