Jimmy looked across the street at the bicycles the big boys rode. He glanced down at the pedals of his tricycle and pedaled faster. The wind whipped through his hair and he smiled as he imagined the day that he would be big enough to ride his own bicycle.
He would be big. And strong. And special just like his daddy told him.
He would be smart. And kind. And helpful just like his mommy said he is.
A few years later, Jimmy noticed the older boys learning to drive their cars. He looked down at the pedals of his bicycle and pedaled faster. The wind whipped through his hair and he smiled as he imagined the day that he would be big enough to learn to drive his daddy's car.
He would be big. And strong. And special just like his daddy told him.
He would be smart. And kind. And helpful just like his mommy said he is.
An older boy now, Jimmy noticed the young men teaching their little ones to ride tricycles. He placed both hands on the steering wheel and concentrated on his driving. The wind whipped through his hair and he smiled as he imagined that he would someday teach his own child how to ride a tricycle.
He would be big. And strong. And special just like his daddy told him.
He would be smart. And kind. And helpful just like his mommy said he is.
Jimmy looked toward his home. He hugged his wife and laughed with joy. A gaggle of family and close friends gathered with all their children. The wind whipped through his hair and he smiled as he imagined the day that his little boy would grow out of his tricycle.
He would be big. And strong. And special just like his daddy told him.
He would be smart. And kind. And helpful just like his mommy said he is.
July 2006, Glen Alan Woods
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