It’s hard for parents and their kids to share things. Different generations find different things interesting. Grievances or misunderstandings keep distance between mother and daughter, father and son.
I’m so lucky that I’ve had little to keep myself and my kids from enjoying each other. They’ve kept me young and I’ve shown them a thing or two about old people.
Obvious things: riding bikes. I’ve not pushed bikes or biking on my kids. They’ve all come to it in various ways on their own. They enjoy it in their way, and it makes me happy.
Eli has taken on biking and bike racing a lot like I have, but he’s still different. In a good way, I’ve had the extremely rare experience of competing head to head with him over the last two years in mountain bike racing. Not many dads can say that. And some of our races have been ferocious. He’s won more of them, and I’m proud of him,
Tonight we raced our first criterium together, and we raced as a team. He made an attack with two to go, hoping that if we caught him I could counter attack. It all went to plan except i ran out of talent. But damn, it was a bike racing dad’s dream. Such an awesome experience.
I’ve ridden bikes with Hanna and Tyson, too. They may be equally talented as Eli. I would love to race something with them one day! Bucket list complete!!
No comments:
Post a Comment