And now in Sylva, I have wished for good walking trails... which are hard to come by in these small mountain towns. Fortunately we live in 'town', so we have the sidewalks of Sylva, and there is a 2-mile Greenway in Cullowhee, close to Western's campus. And we do walk around the campus often, too. Last week the city finished a new bridge that crosses the Tuckaseegee River and hooks up with the northern entrance to the trail (which saves us a precious 5 minutes of extra driving to get to the southern entrance). While we wish it was longer, we certainly enjoy the 2 miles that it has! And it is the perfect distance for Timo on his bicycle.
Wow, that was quite the history. In any case, I love to be outside and on a trail with the boys, so we frequently go down to the Greenway. On this morning it was our first time to see the bridge, so I brought the camera. And afterwards we had our usual picnic lunch.
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| Loving the ramps!! Good place for Timo to learn speed and control going downhill. |
When we got to the entrance, we were all really excited, the river was flowing fast after the previous day's rain, and Timo took off quickly on his bike. We sped down the ramps and onto the trail, and suddenly Timo had a classic 3 year old moment. He threw down his bike, angrily crying and refusing to go any further. I immediately got frustrated and angry with him (thinking, "come on, child, we just got here and we are not turning around and going home! This is our big outing for the day!"). I have been in that exact situation with him many times, and I felt like we had hit a wall; what was it going to take to get past this moment? Increment by increment, I had to remind myself, and anger is not the fuel that is going to help him. I changed my tone to one of gentleness, and it took all my self-control to patiently help him pick up his bike, and slowly begin to inch forward. We distracted ourselves by looking for bugs and turtles and bears and rain puddles and looking for the next quarter mile-marker. I let go of any desire that this walk was going to be my good exercise for the day, and of my self-consciousness about the other people on the trail wondering why my child was yelling and crying. (That was key.) And then, fifteen minutes passed, and his mood had changed - and we were off. We had a great time, and true to Timo, he cruised and chatted most of the way down the trail and back - a total of 2 miles. Afterwards, as we were loading back up into the car, he announced, "I'm so happy because we went on the trail and I was riding my bike."
Phew. It was an important lesson for this mother, so quick to impatience and anger and my agenda. We even stopped to look at some rhododendron flowers, the rain drops from last night still on the petals.






