Short Rides, Long Memories
I am not certain when it started (maybe three or four years ago), but it has become an annual tradition for the Williams family. Every year, on the kids’ last day of school, my boys and I ride our bikes to their school. It’s not a long ride, but it is a meaningful one to them and to me. We ride and talk and talk and ride. We speed up and we slow down. The early morning cool air hits our faces as we speed down Eastern Avenue, talking and riding and riding and talking. We can barely hear each other because of traffic and the wind, but we understand each other. It’s not a long ride, but it’s a meaningful one to them and to me.
Today was special because Mikayla, my sweetie, joined the tradition. The last couple years she couldn’t ride with us because she was still riding with training wheels. The boys thought she would simply slow us down. They were right. But, this morning, I tell you, she held her own. She rocked it out! I am so proud of her. As long as they are never too old or tired of the tradition, I won’t be too busy to continue it. It’s a short ride, but one that I hope is creating long memories.
What “last day of school” traditions does your family have? What “last day of school” tradition can you start that will be meaningful to you and your children? Leave your comments.
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