What’s a girl to do when she isn’t really fond of Mother’s Day as a holiday?
In my case, since Mother’s Day still evokes sadness and feelings of loss, I’ve had to figure out a new and different way to be with this event which brings other women so much joy.
It would be so easy to spend the day feeling sorry for myself, however, I’ve done that other years, and I must admit, at the end of the day, I didn’t like how lethargic and burdened I felt. Even though I can’t have what everyone else seems to have (a gross exaggeration, I know) at the very least, I want to feel happy when I climb into bed at night.
This year I decided to focus on doing what I love, so you guessed it, I went biking.
First though, I sat down with my gazetteer and charted a new course – make that a ride – for myself.
(As you can see, it is all pretty low-tech around here. I love the gazetteer for a great view of all the back roads.)
(And the cue sheet is even more low-tech! I wrote down the route – out and back – and clipped it to my bike…and took the relevant gazetteer page along with me in my fanny pack…just in case!)
So, yes, on this particular day, a solo ride was just what I needed. Just me and my bike. Riding alone, I find, clears the brain and frankly, I was pretty confident I wouldn’t see too many cute, smiling, happy families on the back roads – not that I have anything against such families, (my sister has one) it is simply they are more difficult to endure some days than others – just sayin’.
Besides, when I ride by myself, I set the pace and stop to take as many pictures as I want without needing to ask someone else to wait, or having to bike like a bat out of hell to catch up with the jersey in the distance. A solo ride is a perfect way to climb out of a funk. It’s difficult to feel sad when you feel your heart beating and you recognize it is the power of your lungs and legs getting you up the hill and down the road; exhilaration takes over.
Besides, when you come across a perfect Wisconsin barn like this…doesn’t it make you smile?
Or a sweet little bird house perched so perfectly for the best view of the countryside…
I decided a nice little ride to New Glarus and back would provide a good ride, excellent scenery, and perhaps a cup of coffee along the way. The ride turned out to be about 56 miles (I was shooting for 50 – six extra-credit miles – did I mention the need to bring the relevant gazetteer page along???).
BTW, an excellent cup of coffee can be had at the Fat Cat Coffee Works in the fine town of New Glarus. They even make a pretty design on the foam, if you order a latte – which of course, is a fairly decent reward mid-way through a ride. (Sorry, no picture of said pretty design this time – which is really a shame! So, you’ll have to check it out yourself.)
And, look at this clever lamp on one of the tables…
And here is a lovely rock outcropping I saw on the way back home….it looks like an alligator or a mythical creature….
And, in case you’re wondering, Mother’s Day is still about celebrating mothers, even if I must choose how to do so, since my sincerest wish to be one did not come true. So, not only did I call my mom (she lives in another state), but I sent her a card too, because, after all, as a mother she’s pretty spectacular. She sewed our doll clothes and blankets. She sewed most of the clothes my sister and I wore, including prom dresses. She baked cookies with us and for us. She taught us how to bake bread. She taught me and my sister how to keep a clean and tidy house (although, admittedly, this lesson has not been fully implemented in either of her daughters’ households – my brother, who got out of all this domestic training, probably does a better job of being neat and tidy than his sisters). Best of all, she loved us and still does.