Child of Confusion

While cycling through a park the other week I chanced upon a woman sat on a bench. A few steps away her toddling child stood on the path. As I approached I looked at the child, then at the mother: both were unmoving. Based on this information I adjusted my direction to give the child a wide berth.

Bike In Tree

Bike In Tree

When I was within a couple of meters of the two the mother glanced up. Her concern that her child (who was still perfectly happy stood on one side of the wide path) would throw himself under the speeding wheels of my bike was evident and so she sprung into action. The toddler, upon spying his parent heading for him, decided to make a game of it: he turned and ran across the path.

Bike and child were now coming together like magnets pulled by an unseen force. I applied the brakes and took a sharp turn onto the verge. The mother finally reached her errant son. Disaster was averted, a disaster that would never have been impending if the parent had not intervened.