he would not ride it. it took me a long while to connect his refusal to the falling in the store. a week of hazel and cousins and other kids riding circles around him and he stays on that tricycle. the safe one, close to the ground, going snails pace even though his knees cramped up at his chest circle fast and furious. another week of trike-riding goes by. still, no bike. then one day i look out and my mom is talking with him beside the cars bike. he climbs on. he rides. he rides and rides and rides. and eventually, he falls again. but this time he knows that it's possible to keep riding even after one has had a crash. he fights tears and wins. then grabs handlebars, swings the leg over and keeps going. he doesn't ride because he won't fall. he rides knowing he will and that he can keep going.
i said i would never be away again over eliot's birthday. a few years ago, we were in michigan with family and there was nothing wrong with it. it wasn't bad. it was just that we weren't in fayetteville. the town where he took that first breath and where he took that last. and we weren't just us in our own home where we could shut the door, pull the blinds, look at pictures, videos, remember, cry, smile, celebrate the sacredness of that day he was born.
when we began looking at what it would be like to travel up north again last summer, a look at the schedule and my heart sank a bit. i can't have it all. i made cupcakes by the bay and it was beautiful but it was surrounded by others instead of in the silence and weight of a july 20 at home. and the next day, surprisingly, the sun rose again in the east. and i breathed in and out and fed the kids breakfast and the world kept spinning round. it was what would have been his 7th birthday and i was still surprised that the sun rose the day after. seven whole years and i didn't wanna get back on the bike. grief feels a lot like falling off the bike, but it's not falling off the bike at all. it is the getting on and knowing you will fall and you can still keep going. whether my heart is feeling sustained or whether the pieces wrecked by missing him seem to obscure and messy for even Him to pull together... the journey keeps going.
knowing i'll fall, i keep riding.
so very true Ginny....
ReplyDelete