As I kicked off and pulled out of the driveway, I peaked over my right shoulder to look at her. It was her first time traveling by bike and I was eager to see that classic Ada grin, spanning ear to ear. I was sure she would squeal with delight the way she does while riding in the grocery cart. That her little feet would be kicking ferociously and her hands in the air as if riding a roller coaster. Instead, she was stoic, merely watching the same old houses she sees on a daily basis via stroller, only now at a faster pace. I was clearly having WAY more fun than she was, but I didn’t care. I was no longer limited to traveling with her via the car or by foot. An entirely new sense of freedom washed over.
Initially I was a little bummed that she couldn’t have cared less about her first bicycle adventure. I’d only been waiting FOREVER to put her in this silly blue cart, couldn’t she have at least amused me a little? But the more I thought about it, the more content I was – because the fact of the matter was that she was just that. Content. As if going by bike was an obvious, nothing new, and just the normal. Had she been super hyped up, it would have only been a matter of time before the novelty wore off. So if the alternatives would have been her loosing interest, and thus her shit, or worse, she screamed in misery from day one, yeah…. I’ll take the stoic, go with the flow reaction any day. At least I’m having a ball.