Simple Joys = Mild Panic
"Mom, can I go outside and ride? Pleeeeeease?"
"Um? (trying to think of reasons why not). Er.Hmm. Okay."
Why, you ask, am I so hesitant to let my son go and ride his bike? Why do his sisters regularly refuse to ride with him ? (or lay down rules) Why do I daily regret the moment he learnt to ride?
The answer is simple. He is a freaking maniac. That simple request (to ride his bike) consumes me with fear in an instant.
Riding means:
Pushing his bike up the hill and around the corner.
Then PEDALLING as fast as possible down the same hill, around the hairpin bend and then attempting to WHEELIE over the speed bumps.
My shattered nerves. Literally.
Cant he just watch tv. Like forever?

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Rather you than me x
Kitty is also a bit of maniac on the bike too, its part of her sensory stuff, she wiggles all of the road and can't keep left and can't go an even pace. It's so stressful for me even if I ride with, by the end of it we are fighting.
So I am so with you!