Friday, October 20, 2006

Motherhood At Its Best

This beautiful fall weather that has everyone posting right and left has prompted Lillian and I to enjoy some mother-daughter outings. She's fairly steady on her bike with the training wheels and I walk behind her to give her a good push up the little hills around the subdivision.

Last week she decided in her my-way-or-the-highway manner that she didn't want me walking behind her, she wanted me to ride too. I didn't see it as a moral issue so I complied. This made getting her stubby legs uphill more difficult, I'm not terribly coordinated so riding next to her, maintaining my speed and nudging her from behind simultaneously proved difficult.

We made it through the mile-plus circuit and had a great time. On the final stretch, rounding the curve home with the driveway in sight she got tired and started to struggle a bit up the last tiny rise. Coming up behind her I intended to give her a final nudge to bring her on home. Instead, as I pulled up alongside her and reached out for her I bobbled a bit and lost some balance. The result? I pushed her right over. To anyone watching it would have looked like this big ol' monster on a mountain bike pulled up next to a defenseless girl and shoved her onto the pavement.

She toppled over into the gutter, which happened to be full of flowing water and fallen leaves, and her bike came down on top of her. She let out a piercing wail, all the more distinctive in it's sense of betrayal and anger, half because she hates being wet and half because she hates being pushed off her bike by her mother.

I jumped off my own bike, scooped her up, and tried to apologize (while desperately hoping no one saw my little ballet dance on wheels) I brushed the dirt and tears away and eventually she stopped crying and made it home--reminding me every fifteen seconds that she was now "WET!!!" Luckily she's fairly forgiving though I have a feeling the whole thing will come out down the line in therapy.

15 comments:

Julie said...

Way to tell a story! It's like an idyllic Hallmark card and then suddenly it's one of those Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy twists. Loved it! Sorry to laugh at your daughter's (wet) expense.

Renee said...

This has happened to me several times, although the scenario somewhat different each time.
All involving me trying to help.
TRYING being the key word. Succeeding....not so much.

Annie said...

Priceless. LOL Only because you write so well and because it didn't happen to ME ! :-)

Tonight I spent hours finally making "folders" for all the blogs I've discovered during my nightly slumberlessness...and guess who's at the top of my list? Waiterrant. And Scribbet is number two. Sorry. Waiter just happened to get up there first. Nothing personal. I just thought you'd enjoy knowing this. I look forward to your blogs and I have no plans to come stay with you. LOL

Annie said...

Correction: (I'm still learning the blog-lingo)

I look forward to your POSTS. There. All fixed.

The word verification for this is: WONYARP which I immediately see as ==

Win Or Not Youth Always Requires Patience :-) Like I said, a perfectly worthless talent.

Janet a.k.a. "Wonder Mom" said...

That's pretty funny. I can see myself doing that...Don't worry, it was an accident, nothing that a few extra years in therapy can't fix!!! tee hee hee

Blondie said...

The best part about this story is knowing that you go do fun things like bike rides with your kids. Even if you are trying to shove them in gutters. *snicker* Just kidding!! :)

Stephanie A. said...

Oh my, that was funny! Surely it will be one of those family stories she re-tells to all her friends, boyfriends, and of course you to try to make you feel guilty.

Anonymous said...

I think every Mom (include moi) has been there, done that! This summer, my sister lost her balance and fell onto her 5-year-old son while he was riding his scooter. He broke his femur, which has required one surgery (with one to go in December). She still cries about it over the phone.

So I guess I'm saying...

I feel your pain, but don't feel too bad!

Anonymous said...

I would have run into my daughter and we both would have gone into the gutter.

Cagey said...

Too cute! Although, I sorta agree with Lillian because I had to get dirty/messy. I can only pray my own kid will be like that, but it's not looking likely at this point.

Pictures? Surely, you must have some gorgeous opportunities with the leaves there, no?

Kat said...

"half because she hates being wet and half because she hates being pushed off her bike by her mother."

You know it's funny when I have to put down my laptop and go quote it to my husband.

Leslie said...

Oh, I know the feeling. I have a way of bumping and tripping my daughter when I'm only trying to help her. Sometimes I think I'm the one that needs the help.

mad muthas said...

oh dear on dear - and wouldn't that just be the time some interfering twit bustles up and tells you what a terrible person you are! you had a lucky escape, by the sound of it ...

sweatpantsmom said...

When I was six months old my older sister dropped me and broke my leg. Accident, my foot! (no pun intended.)

All these years later, it's a great gem to pull out at family parties. Be prepared for your daughter to do the same.

J Fife said...

Hysterical! I'm sure this will be a fond childhood memory some day. Well, maybe not fond, but definitely funny.