Don’t Do It Alone By Tiffany Braxton “Mommy, Mommy I want to ride my bike!”. Hannah my dynamic three year old going on 33 years old joyfully exclaimed. I knew that her toddler demand was coming even before the time we got home. It was wailing inside of her before we even got out of the car. My mommy intuition was in full effect. I could see her chestnut brown eyes fixated on her bicycle with the pink handles, that used beauty of a bicycle my Aunt Annie, Hannah’s great Aunt, had bought for her about a month ago. It was as if that bike was calling her name “Hannah, Hannah, let’s party.” Hannah was definitely determined to answer the call. I was understandably exhausted, just getting off from work. The day had worn me down as I slipped off my shoes, plopping down on the couch,slumping and trying to hide from Hannah baby’s bright eyed glaze. “MOMMY, MOMMY, I WANT TO RIDE MY BIKE!” I wasn’t getting out of this gig. Please know she really wasn’t disrespectful, just a little girl wanting to enjoy her childhood. I remember when I was that little girl living in my little girl world asking my momma to ride my bike. “Ok, Hannah.” I threw on some sandals and opened the screen door. The bike was barely in my grasp when Hannah darted straight towards the emerald colored grass. The sun was shining and illuminated that little old bike with training wheels. Hannah was ready to go. “Mommy, mommy, I can do it.” Mommy was interfering. In her mind Hannah baby didn’t believe she needed any help as she pedaled fa st, her skinny Minnie legs gone with the wind. I hurried right behind like a certified Momma Bear just because she knew how to ride her bike there was no way I was leaving my baby girl. “I wanna go that way and then that way.” Hannah gave her instructions like a crossing guard. That way was back down the street then that way was down the hill. I let her go but I was close behind. Once we got to the hill, I held on to those bike bars ever so tight she got to pedal but I needed to control the speed. The velocity of the wind would have left my baby girl hurt and toppling down that hill. “Mommy, mommy I got it,” as Hannah tried to turn around and peddle up this steep terrain, I knew her spindly little legs weren’t strong enough, not yet. She was going to fall backwards and could get seriously hurt but Hannah couldn’t see it. Often times we tell ourselves “I got it” but in reality, we are carrying a load we weren’t meant to bare . Trying to travel through the steep hill of trials destined to fail and can’t see it. Unless we accept help. Don’t do it alone. You can’t do it alone. Not that you are not capable in other ways, yes there are some situations that you definitely can handle but, in this journey, we call life, accept the loving arms of a Heavenly Father that loves you and cares. He will push you up as you partner with him to live your dreams. There will be friends and family to cheer you on and meet up the hill because you weren’t meant to and you can’t do it alone. September 2019 The URBAN EXPERIENCE 19
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