Tales from Fatherhood
March 4, 2009
Monday morning as I was riding my bike up a hill at school, the chain snapped sending me hurtling over my handlebars. It felt like a pretty spectacular crash with me nearly face-planting into the pavement then having my bike fall onto my back.
Apparently, I snapped a link on the chain which caused it to stretch and fall off the sprocket. I let the chain hang off the side of the bike because I didn’t want to get my hands filthy. Yesterday after work, I was walking my bike out to my truck to take to the bike shop when I noticed that the chain had been placed back onto the sprocket. There was a post-it note on the bike frame from Marc that said:
He even added the smiley face at the end. I’m not going to tell him that the chain was broken and I had to get it replaced so he can think he really helped me out.
When he was little I wanted him to hurry up and get older so we could play sports. Now that he’s older, I want him to slow down so I could savor the fleeting moments of his childhood. Then, he takes the time to “fix” my bike while I’m at work. Young or old, big or small I’m just blessed to have such a great kid.
