« My First Road Rash »
February 23, 2010 Poor Drewbie. She's been feeling her oats on her run-trike lately (yes, it's still in 3-wheel mode; other bikes are "too tippy, Daddy"). Last week she took off down a deserted alley behind the local P-Patch, caught some speed, lifted her legs behind her into "flying position", and sped ahead of her mom, who yelled "STOP!". And stop she did. Planted her two feet down Fred Flintstone-style, and endo'd right over them. Resulting in this:
Owww. Somehow Kim and the two kids and bikes got home. And then Kim cleaned it. And when I got home, there was still some alley grit left, so I cleaned it some more. Oh Drew. That was the more traumatic part, I think. We're not roadies, what do we know about road rash? Does she need to start shaving?
Fast forward one entire box of Dora bandaids and one week:
Not only are we relieved, but it's delightful that through the alchemy of childhood resilience, this crash has become all about her strength and healing powers. She loves to tell people about her shoulder, that it's all better, and how "I rode my bike so fast, and Mommy said stop, and I stopped. Like this." She's very proud of her stopping ability. She would put her two front brakes up against yours any day.
Reader Comments (2)
Ahhh, the memories. Her first road-rash. Why I remember my son's.....
Aww... glad to hear that she's not been too traumatised by the experience! Childhood is all about bumps and scrapes and learning to deal with risk, imho. Hooray for kids on bikes :)