When I think back to my childhood of course there are many different snippets and memories that flash into my mind. Some are permanently there, and others suddenly come flooding back on hearing an old song, seeing a place I used to go, or by looking at the well thumbed old fashioned photo albums piled up in our garage.
I think when we become parents we automatically want to give our children little portions of our childhood. Likewise, with the not so good bits, we want to leave them behind. There are childhood memories for all of us from which we want to protect our children from- whether that’s bullying, divorce, struggles at school or broken hearts. There are bits we want to make better. Learn from our parent’s mistakes, because we all have them even if they are small, and try and give our children the very best that we can.
Becoming a Mum has certainly given me the chance to relive the best bits of my childhood. Christmas has become even more special, an opportunity to reminisce in the excitment and make it even more magical for my two little ladies. And Summer? Well Summer to me is the peak of my childhood nostalgia. So many of my memories feature those few months of warm weather- holidays in Cornwall and learning to surf, picnics and days out, and weeks of no school and constant fun times with my friends.
One huge memory of those Summertimes is being on my bike. I still vividly remember my Dad teaching me to ride my bike without stabilisers, I can still feel his hands on my back as he gently pushed me to have the confidence to pedal off. I remember family bike rides, riding round our local reservoir in the sunshine. I remember one time laughing so hard with my Dad while riding around that I fell off my bike into the middle of a cornfield. Those memories are so vivid, it was like they were yesterday. And as I got older, I remember constantly riding round our village with my friends, prank calling boys we liked from our local phone box, and dumping our bikes outside the village shop to go and get penny sweets. So many of my summer nostaglic memories feature me riding about, in that brief period of time when you feel like you don’t have a care in the world.
Earlier this week we bought Mads her very first bike. It was kind of on a whim, we went in to Halfords to look at buying family bikes for ourselves and a trailer for the girls, (more about that soon!) but Mads was riding round the shop and doing so well that the next day we went and bought her one as a surprise. It’s a little blue ‘Pom Pom’ bike with a pink bell, ribbons on the handlebars and a little seat on the back for her treasured friend ‘Pongo’. It’s perfect for Mads and I don’t think I have ever seen her smile as wide as when we gave it to her.
Nowadays so much of our lives revolve around technology and screens, and I really hope that this little bike will be the start of lots of fun outdoors as a family and for my big girl. I hope that she and her little bike have many good times together. It’s may just a bike, but it has a lot more meaning than that to me. It’s hopefully the start of a childhood of adventure and fun.
I am determined to help play a part in making that happen.