Just too hot
"Please, mommy. I want to ride my bike."
Look both ways.
Ride to the side.
You're growing too quickly.
One fall, two falls, three falls,
I stand to help.
"No, mommy. I can do it all by myself."
I sit back down.
Ride a little further.
To the next driveway.
And the next.
Steps away from babyhood.
Steps toward little girl giggles,
Adolescent struggles, teenage angst.
But for now, "Look, mom!!! One hand!"
I sit and watch.
An entourage of emotion even before I start my day.
All from one little girl.
On a warm summer day.
Learning to ride her bike.