Today I got to have a good laugh, and shop at the same time! It has been decided that for her birthday my girl will get a new bike. She announced this news to someone, and described the one she is getting. Well, there's an oops, because in a bad mommy moment I didn't get it when I first saw it, and when I went back it was gone. I honestly feel worse then I should about it, I think I was a little heartbroken. We were both so excited. It's not often I get to go out and get her something brand new, and I was as proud as she will be to ride it.
While walking the isles I noticed that there was a limited selection of bikes that size, and that over half of the ones that have been there for a month, just waiting while I stalled until payday, were gone, and the remainder seem to be smirking at me for waiting. So... I sucked it up and bought the one my girl liked the very most ever. I do not love it so much...
I can't believe my parents ever went through so much to do something as simple as pick out a bike for me, I feel like getting them a "congrats, you survived!" card. There are soooo many to choose from. Every colour, every addition, flowers, hearts, princesses, fairies... I remember my bike was white, with a little pink, and I got a white basket with a strawberry on it. I was so proud of that little basket! It was the only thing I ever had that my friends didn't, and I loved my little bike. So much that I was sad when I couldn't ride it any more. I want her to love her bike that much too.
SO, the one we now have is just a little too girlie for me, and it's not the one we chose together, but I'm so excited to give her something that she liked so much from the start. I know that in years to come, she will remember the brand new shiny bike that her mommy got her