I had a dreadful moment of realisation today when we cycled the kids to school. I’ve allowed something small to change and with it, given up a bit of my manliness.
It’s nothing to do with doing the school run because I think of that as a real treat if I am ever able to do it. I love getting to the school and watching how the girls behave in an environment which is far more familiar to them than it is me. Sometimes I feel really out of place, but others it is just like being in my local pub on a Sunday afternoon 10 years ago. We’ve all moved on.
No, the school run is a great thing, especially when it is a school cycle. But it’s the cycling that is part of the problem.
A few weeks ago, Mrs G decided she wanted to cycle alongside me with the girls whilst I went for a run. To do this, I had to move the child seat from my bike and on to hers. ON TO HERS!! This had never happened before. Towing the kids has always been my job. DAD’s job!
I’ve always been the one with stronger legs from running and cycling. The one with a bit more balance and confidence for these things. But now all that masculine superiority has been dashed…. she can do it too!!
Even worse – for weeks I have been trying to find a spare bracket so that we can easily switch the seat between the bikes. But the bike seat is so old that I can’t find one that fits properly. So without refitting bits and pieces with allen keys and spanners every time I choose to reassert my manliness, I have got a dad-bike that is missing a bit of dad-ness!