Letting Go

Working in the backyard, I notice again the bike leaning in a corner, up against the large wooden play structure.  It’s starting to look rusty, sitting there all of this time.

My son has outgrown this bike, I think to myself. Somehow I keep it here, waiting to make a decision about it.

Donate it? It’s not in good enough shape at this point.  Sell it on Kijiji?  The amount of effort that would take is hardly worth the 10$ I might get for it.

I roll it over past the front gate, onto the boulevard.  It’s later in the day, the sun is getting lower in the sky.  Using my cell phone, I take a few snapshots.

The neighbours’ daughter stops on her way to get the mail, asks me about the bike.  It’s a special bike, I tell her.  I inwardly notice that she looks more like a young lady now, rather than the girl she was three years ago when we first moved into this home.  She moves on.  I take a few more pictures.

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I turn around, start walking towards the gate, and haven’t even reached it when I hear a car stop on the street behind me.  A woman is already putting the bicycle into her mini-van.  “It’s free?”, she confirms.

“Yes.  Just needs some oil.”

She nods confidently, “Oh, we’ll be able to fix it.” Adding, “My son is 8”.  We smile at each other.

“Enjoy.”  I wave and slowly start walking toward the gate again.

That bike looked so big when we first got it.  I am astounded at how quickly and permanently time has passed to change my perspective.  Today, that same bike looks small.

And now, another eight year old boy will be excited to get it, excited to ride it through the neighbourhood and park.

Much better than watching those memories rust in the backyard.

 

 

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Carina Spring

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10 thoughts on “Letting Go”

  1. Oh I loved this Carina. It’s hard isn’t it. I’ve been able to delay many of those decisions because I have the four boys, so it just goes to the next one. But Hudson’s five now and some of his things that have gone through all four boys need to be passed on for some other little boy to enjoy. In my mind’s eye I can see each of my little boys wearing that sweater, or riding that bike, or playing with that puzzle…. I’ll be thinking about that eight year old little boy who got the “new” bike…must have been such an exciting day for him. Funny how time changes our perspective. What once was a big boy bike becomes a little boy bike. Perspective….loved this post, made me think. XO

    1. Hi Allie. I was thinking about that as I wrote this post, actually… When you have an only child, you generally bypass the hand-me-down experience – though as the youngest of three, I certainly was on the receiving end of the hand-me-downs plenty of times growing up. 😉 My son has one younger cousin, but he lives elsewhere, so passing things along is not always that practical. It is surprisingly hard to let some of these things go! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

  2. Awh, the bittersweet experience of growing up children. Well done for you to pass that bike on and make a family very happy! And you keep the memories…xo Johanna

    1. Hi Bekki. Yes, and for some reason, the bike was a tough one for me. I was surprised by how quickly it went, and in retrospect was glad that no one took it when I ran into the house to grab my cell phone to take some pictures. I have to say, though, there are some items that I’ve decided to always keep and enjoy. 🙂

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