Narrative #3
It was the greatest gift in the world! Her hands gripped the bright, shiny handle bars of her new Schwinn. It was another step up from her old, rusty tricycle. When it was brought out with the big red bow on it, she got the biggest smile on her young, carefree face.
As she climbed on, a big gust of wind blew through her thick curly hair. The young, high voice screeched out with a happy shout as she sped down the long, gravel driveway. Untied and frayed, her shoelaces bounced against the side of the riding device. The dark, deep opening in the gravel was coming up faster than she expected. As I saw her hit it, I instinctively reached out as if I could stop it, but I saw the bike’s tires fly and in mid-air, she fell off. Mother’s instinct kicked in again and I sprinted to help my beautiful, baby Kit to her feet.
“Mommy, I’m ok! Lemme try again! I am sure I’ll get it,” she said in her angelic tone.
“Ok, sweetie. But let me clean up this scrape up first though.”
“Mmmmmmooooooom,” she moaned as if she turned from 5 to 15 in a matter of seconds.
As she got back on, I frowned at the few scratches already painted across the birthday present. But I looked up and I couldn’t help but smile when all I saw in my daughter’s eyes was determination and a wide grin stretched across her rosy race.
The bike wobbled and swayed, but I helped her find her center of gravity and off she went! Her little legs meshed down on the shiny metal pedals and I saw in her face the joy of freedom.
“Mommy, I’m flying! Look mommy! I’m biking like a maniac!”
“I see, oh my goodness! You are quite a biker.”
She whizzed past the pothole and skidded to a stop at the end of the driveway.
Satisfied and accomplished she ran back up and into my arms.
“Thanks Mommy, you are the best! I couldn’t have done it without you!”
I wiped away the beads of sweat from her tomato-red face and smiled at my greatest gift in the world!
It was the greatest gift in the world! Her hands gripped the bright, shiny handle bars of her new Schwinn. It was another step up from her old, rusty tricycle. When it was brought out with the big red bow on it, she got the biggest smile on her young, carefree face.
As she climbed on, a big gust of wind blew through her thick curly hair. The young, high voice screeched out with a happy shout as she sped down the long, gravel driveway. Untied and frayed, her shoelaces bounced against the side of the riding device. The dark, deep opening in the gravel was coming up faster than she expected. As I saw her hit it, I instinctively reached out as if I could stop it, but I saw the bike’s tires fly and in mid-air, she fell off. Mother’s instinct kicked in again and I sprinted to help my beautiful, baby Kit to her feet.
“Mommy, I’m ok! Lemme try again! I am sure I’ll get it,” she said in her angelic tone.
“Ok, sweetie. But let me clean up this scrape up first though.”
“Mmmmmmooooooom,” she moaned as if she turned from 5 to 15 in a matter of seconds.
As she got back on, I frowned at the few scratches already painted across the birthday present. But I looked up and I couldn’t help but smile when all I saw in my daughter’s eyes was determination and a wide grin stretched across her rosy race.
The bike wobbled and swayed, but I helped her find her center of gravity and off she went! Her little legs meshed down on the shiny metal pedals and I saw in her face the joy of freedom.
“Mommy, I’m flying! Look mommy! I’m biking like a maniac!”
“I see, oh my goodness! You are quite a biker.”
She whizzed past the pothole and skidded to a stop at the end of the driveway.
Satisfied and accomplished she ran back up and into my arms.
“Thanks Mommy, you are the best! I couldn’t have done it without you!”
I wiped away the beads of sweat from her tomato-red face and smiled at my greatest gift in the world!
