By Mary Rarick
My son just called to inform me that his bicycle has lost a pedal and he needs a ride home from the high school. The problem is that his sister has taken our only vehicle to work. And so he has a problem.
What I found to be most interesting was that my son was more concerned about why I didn’t have access to a vehicle in which to retrieve him than he was in figuring out how he was going to get himself (and his crippled bike) home.
Lacking in patience to deal with this crisis I handed the phone over to my husband. Son and husband concluded that the best solution would be to walk the bike home.
I could think of a couple of other options, but sometimes it just seemed best to let them sort it solve this dilemma. If I’m the only one coming up with solutions, then I’m always the go-to person, and they’ll never learn to figure it out for themselves.
