There’s a lot said about Mothers; I’ve read that Motherhood is boring. Being a Mother is exhausting and tiring. Mothers are dull. Working Mothers, single Mothers, stay at home Mothers…. there’s always an opinion being banded around.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever.
Being a Mother and watching your child ride a bike for the first time.
A swell of pride, a broad grin, wanting to cry but knowing that would be ridiculous. Crying a little anyway. Tears and smiles. A feeling of joy at the first tentative wobbles.
Creating a wonderful memory of standing in the Winter’s cold watching your ‘baby’ cycle away from you, finding a confidence with each turn of the pedal; independent, growing up and very proud.