At the bottom of the road where we live we passed parents on their way down the hill with their two year old daughter snuggled securely in her pushchair.
Mum was at the helm behind her and Dad was walking alongside. They were chatting, as young married couples do.
The Northerly wind was taking all the heat out of the sun and their daughter was dressed to combat the bitter cold. In her matching ensemble of pink boots, tights, skirt and puffy jacket, finished off with matching gloves and hat she exuded confidence. Her dark hair swirled around her rosy cheeks as she leaned into her aerobic task of pedalling herself forward downhill.
These tricycle-come-pushchairs are all the rage here in our pedestrian society, the parent walks behind, in control, while the child sits in front, also in control or so she believes.
The child we passed pumped her little legs for all they are worth, she was panting with the effort, her hands gripped the handlebars.
Her smiling face said it all!
She was exhilarated by the speed she imagined she was engineering.
Hubs said,
“I bet she feels so grown up being able to do that,” I agreed.
He is good at remembering how it feels to be young!
“What would make you feel grown up?” he asked me.
We were almost at the top of the hill by now and turning into our building, I was panting with the effort of the walk.
Without missing a beat I quipped,
“A walker!”
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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