May quickly came around, Jacob arrived safely and… I didn’t get back out on my bike because I didn’t want to. I’ll repeat that last bit: I didn’t want to. That came as a shock. I hadn’t fallen off my tightrope, I wasn’t hiding in bed feeling overwhelmed with jealousy at everything my peers were achieving without me, I had just found myself taking a different turn to the one I had mapped out, a diversion. It’s totally ok to change your plan or change your mind at any point in your life.
My husband Mark is a long distance HGV driver. He leaves on a Sunday night aiming to be home by Friday night (often, due to circumstances beyond his control it can end up being Saturday) and having finished my maternity leave, I work part time as a primary school teacher. We made the decision to lead this unusually independent family lifestyle because we aspired to Jacob being raised in an active outdoor environment prior to compulsory education. This does mean that apart from Thursday’s when he gets to go to my wonderful mum and be a young farmer for the day, whilst I head in to school, it is just the two of us a lot of the time. Everywhere I go, he comes too.
With Mark only home for the weekend, in the space of 48 hours we juggle family time and personal time – remembering, everybody needs some downtime to themselves however much we have all missed each other. Unfortunately, riding once a week wasn’t getting my fitness levels back to where I wanted them to be. I called this barrier: solo parenting. I could have quite easily failed at the first hurdle and just accepted that that was how it was going to be for now.
Thankfully, before I lost too much heart and drive, I discovered the wonderful world of baby wearing. All you need for baby wearing is yourself, your baby and a harness. These harnesses come in a variety of styles from endless metres of scarf like material that you wrap around you both to ones that easily clip on and off. Babies can be worn snuggled in or looking out on the world, eventually getting promoted to riding on your back. Jacob loved being worn and being worn meant that we could go outside and do.
I now didn’t have to be separated from Jacob to get my outside fix, what could the next barrier be?