The sun was warm, the snow was melting, and the day was beautiful,
perfect to be outdoors. So, we tossed
our son’s bike in the car and drove to the Columbia Trail in Hunterdon
County. My son loves to ride his bike
and as soon as we parked the car his patience bubbled over. He did not want to hold a hand as he walked
through the parking lot and crossed the street to the beginning of the trail
but begrudgingly he eventually gave in, realizing that if he didn’t, he wouldn’t
get to ride at all. As soon as it was
safe, he jumped on his bike and took off.
It was his first experience biking off road, but no one ever would have
guessed, since he handled the gravel path like a pro. He even accelerated just before the piles of
snow, plowing through them without the slightest fear that he might wipe out.
The Columbia trail runs along the Raritan River and at one point a hiking path
branches off from the bike trail and leads down to a waterfall. Had we planned to hike instead of bike, my
son would have dug in his heels and refused to budge, but once he saw the path
and the decision was his to make he insisted on hiking down to the
waterfall. I agreed to carry his bike,
just happy to be outdoors and doing something physical. The hike to view the falls was short and my
son was disappointed that he could not walk right up to them, but the drop was
steep and so the path had stopped at a small wooden bench. “But I want to hike more,” my son insisted,
and so I pointed to another path that led down to the river. He took charge leading the way, insisting as
always that we follow him and don’t stray from his command. Halfway down the path he paused to sit on a
log and gaze out at the river rushing downstream in front of him. If only I could have gotten into his head, he
sat so quietly, I would have loved to have known what thoughts entered his
mind. He did not find the idea of
climbing up the hill as appealing as hiking down, but after a few minutes of
grumbling, he charged ahead back to the bike path. We could tell he was tired but he wasn’t
ready to go home. He wanted to bike
further and so we let him. Racing ahead
he greeted everyone he passed with an enthusiastic hello, while we trotted
behind.
By the time we got home, we thought he was exhausted, but
instead of wanting to rest, he took out his scooter and rode around near our
house. As he rode, he loudly and excitedly
sang a song that he wrote himself – his first poem/song:
It’s spring
now, it’s spring now
It’s spring now, it’s spring now.
The flowers are blooming
And no more snow.
The flowers are blooming
And no more snoooooooooow.
As he sang, I smiled.
Listening to his voice and hearing his words, I had to wonder what
prompted him to sing, what sparked the flow of lyrics? Is that what he had been contemplating as he
sat on the log overlooking the river – the coming of spring? He may only be four, but he never stops
amazing me with the things he says and the things he does.
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