Praise

There are times where the mother stands behind the bicycle cheering and clapping.

There are times where the mother peeks through the door, steps away again. Her praise isn't required for every single thing.

I don't know if I have ever tried to explain this to you.

There are times when what you're doing has to be for your own reasons. Parenting guides call them natural consequences; parenting teachers ask if we want to raise autonomous adults or not

There are times we do.

There are times, when I'm not sure I want to be an autonomous adult.

I spy you spying on me. Run behind my bicycle stomping your feet waving your hands in the air shouting so everyone hears, “Your ass looks fabulous Mom!”