It was a bittersweet time for me when Meego started kindergarten. I still remember his first day as he wore a backpack that was nearly as big as he was. He was excited, though, and I was excited for him, even though I knew I would miss having him as my constant compagnon. I had spent the previous 11 years with at least one, and usually more, kids home with me during those weekdays. It was like "Empty Nest Lite".
At least it was an easy transition. He only went to school in the afternoons, so we had our mornings together. That first afternoon, I took him to his classroom and all us kindergarten moms hung around as the teacher read a story. There were tears - some downright wailing and bawling in fact. Some of the kids were crying too...
Not Meego. Finally, it was his turn to be a school kid, rather than a volunteer mom tag-along. Shortly after the start of that school year, I thought that he and I should go out and mark this life transition. One morning, the two of us headed out for some quality time.
To the bike shop.
I mean, right? What better way to celebrate/console myself than to buy a new bicycle? He had a new teacher, new friends, new school stuff. What about my needs?!?
The bicycle I had at the time was like the minivan of bicycles. It was sturdy (heavy) and had a child's seat for Meego attached. He was moving on, I should too. We went to the bike shop and that's when I met Bella.
Just as I had mixed emotions about Meego starting school, I had mixed emotions about making such a purchase for myself. At that time, I wasn't bringing in any income, and I had trouble buying things for myself. I justified Bella in knowing that riding her would save on gas expense. I'm not necessarily a recreational rider. I like to use my bicycles for "getting stuff done".
That was over six years ago now, and we've gotten a s***load of stuff done! What a great bicycle - goes most anywhere I want her to take me, all the while looking good.
And yes, a few years ago, I added the speedy Tessa the roadbike as further consolation or whatever. But Bella is a milestone marker for me.
Ma belle bicyclette