the moosh got a new bike as a very belated birthday gift.
But before I tell you the story of the new bike, I must first tell you the story of her umbrella.
Umbrellas are a must in Indiana. In fact, when you move to Indiana they give you a supply list; and the list goes something like this:
3. Rain Coat
Indiana is also very windy and to make a long story short, a couple of weeks ago the moosh’s pink polka dot umbrella was violently blown from her grasp knocking her to the ground. Through screaming sobs she watched as her umbrella was blown across several soccer fields. I got her indoors with her preschool teacher and set out across the muddy goose terd laden field to get the $3.00 umbrella back.
Oy, the things they don’t tell you about motherhood.
She no longer uses her umbrella. She now hates the wind and with as much conviction as a three year old can have, she believes that the wind is out to get her.
Which brings me back to the bike.
For the first few days she had nothing against riding her bike endlessly around our neighborhood. So I was surprised when I told her we were going out to ride bikes on Friday and she broke down into hysterical sobs. As if something traumatic had happened on her bike but I had somehow missed it.
Ah, life with a three year old.
Then I noticed her clinging to her pink and purple handlebar tassels so hard her knuckles were turning white. If she hated riding her bike so much why did she insist on holding on to it? Then it hit me.
“Are you afraid the wind will blow your bike away?”
“YES! AND ME! INTO THE SKY!”
“What if I tied down your tassels so that they couldn’t blow away?”
“OKAY!” (this was not a happy okay, it was a ticked off bawling okay.)
Unfortunately the tassels couldn’t be removed without massive handlebar mutiltion. Rubber bands didn’t hold the tips of the tassels down to her satisfaction and tape would have ripped and stretched them. What was I to do?
And then, in a flash that could only come to someone who has truly been tested in toddler crisis it came to me. Shoved in the back of our first aid kit was a roll of vet wrap that my sissy had given my years ago when our cat had surgery.
And this is how I solved the bike flying away into the sky problem.