The mother of all rides

Bendigo Weekly | Bendigo Weekly | 04-May-2012

WHEEL MATES: A regular meeting at the lake.
No painter’s brush, nor poet’s pen, in justice to her fame, has ever reached half high enough, to write a mother’s name. – Author Unknown.
Mother’s Day – a special day to remember we all have much to be thankful for to our mothers and their tireless work and acts of selflessness.
I was privileged to spend time with a group of mothers who formed a bond with each other around the time their children started attending school.
Steve Covey coined the phrase “The main thing is to keep the main thing the main thing.”
Sandra, Shirley, Leanne, Pam, Wendy, Sue and Leanne have kept their motherly instinct and the joy of sharing this journey together as one of the “main things”.
Recently they found cycling together has become another pleasurable way to enjoy each other’s company and stories of the progress of family relationships.
Their time blossomed when they, as a group of young mums, decided to play married women’s netball (some are still  playing in a social women’s competition) and the bond has never weakened since.
A few years ago as Mother’s Day presents, bikes were given to a couple of mums, some even thoughtful enough to be in the mum’s favourite colour purple.
There is no real pretence about their riding. There’s no Lycra and one mum said when we get to size 10 then maybe we will think about it; bringing lots of group laughter.
Speed is not an agenda, it is easy as you go and there have been a few falls, this also accompanied with much laughter as some of these precious moments were brought to mind in great detail, but no broken bones or dented egos.
Their budget is along the lines of “as long as we get to the lake and get a coffee or hot chocolate off Nick their favourite ultimate coffee provider.”
SMS messages start on a Saturday night ready for the Sunday morning gathering, making sure that each one will be ready to be on the bike as the group grows as they make their way along the linear path for the ritual loop of Rosalind Park through the Chinese Gardens and back to the Lake and their reserved park bench for some more in-depth reflections if required.
“A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavour by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.” – Washington Irving.
There is much chatter about many things, mostly encouraging and providing the listening ear of wisdom of a mother to another mother and friend, with occasions of shared concerns filtered with tears of grief and joy.  
“If you have a mom, there is nowhere you are likely to go where a prayer has not already been.” – Robert Brault.
There is no doubt that regular exercise has kept them healthy and being accountable to each other has kept the bond.
Their hope is that their experience will fuel others to come to a similar path of finding friendship’s rewards.
Looking forward to seeing you on the road soon, God willing.


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