This parenting thing
She pushes forward her tricycle, her feet
doing the job of the pedals – I holler,
“Pedal Mita, pedal, pedal”. She feigns
ignorance. I run up and rest
her little feet on the pedal, and push
hoping momentum will propel, lest
her feet have not the power.
A gentle slope arrives, and then
a dimpled smile
lighting up her beautiful eyes. Darn,
so easy, they seem to say. See, see
no push, just pedal. I nod smiling
and something clicks within. This
parenting thing, that’s all to it eh?
A nudge here, and a nudge there.