Momma Dangerously

Tonight I was out walking through the neighborhood and tracking down toys and boxes my son had strewn throughout a few of the neighbors houses when he finally decided to help and whizzed up on his bike. After we put everything back where it belonged we realized we then had to go and get the bike that we had left several houses down. It was getting dark and he is a bit scared of the dark still so I told him I would walk with him to get it.
This was not the first time I've had to jog along side of him as he rode, but tonight I decided I would talk him into riding on the handle bars on the way home. I know it probably is not the parental thing to teach your child to ride on the handle bars, but I remember doing it all the time as a kid, so I figured why not let him have a little fun. Besides this time I can fully touch the ground.
He was a bit surprised at my request of him sitting on the handle bars."Mom you really are going to let me ride on the handle bars? Is this really smart?" he said. I laughed of course. I mean I am usually a stickler for safety and and here I was telling him to do something that could really harm him if we wrecked.
"Come on" I teased. Then he hopped on and we pedaled toward the house.
We were having so much fun we decided to ride around for a bit. I have never laughed harder. First at the thought of what I probably looked like on this dwarfed bike, and second at how good it is to just being silly sometimes.
As we headed inside I started thinking back to all the summers I spent riding the bike that my grandfather had put together for me. It was just a plain ol' blue bike with a banana seat, and if that bike had an odometer I'm sure it would read well over 100000 miles. I'm not sure whatever happened to that thing, but I hope some kid somewhere is making many new memories on it.