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So there I was cycling to pre-school yesterday with my son’s scooter under my arm, thinking about my pizza date with a friend (who works for Life Cycle who run cycle training for adults & children ironically enough) when bam, the scooter gets caught in the wheel and I fly over the handlbars.
There are many guardian angels, gods and goddesses in my opinion (not least St Anthony, patron saint of lost things – ask him for help when you next lose your car keys) and there was definitely a goddess of cycling at work that day as I got a few scrapes and bruises but nothing else. There are so many lessons to be learnt but I guess the main one is don’t cycle with stuff under your arm.
So I’m the last one to panic about safety: I have an old-fashioned attitude that kids will learn their limitations and consequently don’t freak out when they jump off walls and the like. We didn’t do stairgates, cots (for long) and my children can use scissors and knives with precision.
This week though my elder son, Gabe, was messing about around a grit/sand box on the side of the road when my husband saw there was a hypodermic needle in there. I properly freaked out when he told me as you can imagine! (He hadn’t touched it btw). Later that week an old man started pawing my younger son in a shop and looking far too interested in him (he does have a chubby, angelic face). I don’t want to live thinking my children are constantly surrounded by danger but I guess it served to remind me that though it’s not everywhere, it’s still there…