Yesterday was a success. The kids did great on the bike ride. They were shaky to start but they found their footing and went for it. They made it all the way to the end of the closed portion of the road. And they had fun! I got some great pictures of all of us. And of them riding with my dad.
I realized as we were riding that a massive weight was lifting. I had been so nervous that it would be a disaster. That expectations wouldn’t be met and people would be disappointed. That I would have to put an emotional bandaid on a bad day.
I think that is why I was spiraling on Saturday. I was worried all my efforts would be for naught, and I’d regret even attempting the bike ride.
But it was a lot of fun. I don’t give my kids enough credit. Or my parents. I tell myself I’m trying to meet other people’s expectations. But probably the expectations are mine.
My husband had a nice day too. We got him a wireless beard trimmer and a shirt from a bar he wanted. We got my dad shirt too. Everyone was happy. Expectations were met.
I think I need to explore this more, because I’m recognizing patterns. I get stressed for my parents’ birthdays and Mother’s and Father’s Day, but then I do something pretty low key with them and it’s nice and they are happy. So why do I get so stressed? Why do I think they are looking for more than I can give, when that hasn’t been the case in ages. Maybe was never the case. I don’t know. There was definitely disappointment at some point, but they reconfigured their expectations so now I can meet them. I have to remember that.




