We had Emma’s four-year old demonstrate how much fun the bicycle trailer was. Ryan climbed in and buckled himself up. Then he smiled extra big, so that Jesse would get the message. Finally, in a weak moment, Jesse got in.
Quickly, I hopped on my bike and headed off down the road – with both boys in the trailer.
On any journey, you come to a place where the distance to return is equal to the distance of continuing. It was when we were at that halfway point in our cycling adventure that Jesse’s fears set in. He began to scream. Not cry. Scream.
The girls all stopped to wait. I already felt terrible that they had waited so long for me to get him in the trailer so we could get started. I unbuckled little Ryan so he could escape to his Mom, and I called to the others, “You guys go on ahead. Jesse seems to find this a little scary. I’ll work on it for awhile and catch up with you.”
Read Part 4 – the dilemma of how to get Jesse back to Emma’s house