And once upon a pair of wheels…
I’m sure Paul and Art didn’t have pram-pushing in mind when they wrote their song, but it keeps popping into my head recently, as I’ve observed a weird phenomenon. Those who walk quickly without a pram go very slowly when pushing one, and those who normally walk quite slowly anyway go EVEN SLOWER! On the other hand, for me personally, pushing a pram is about the only thing that seems to quicken my pace!
Hit the road and I’m gone!
I’m not normally known for my speedy walking pace (or any sort of haste really), but give me a pram to push, and I’m off! Speeding down the pavement, running over dogs, bashing up and down curbs and through shop doorways. I’m considering getting my little one a Formula One style neck support just in case her neck starts to suffer from the G force!
OK, so I exaggerate slightly. But the other side of the coin, is those who go on a complete go-slow once they’ve got a pram to push. When out shopping the other day with my better half, I felt I had to say something after my heels and ankles were aching from the exceedingly slow pace we were walking at, as he was pushing the pram. It’s normally a case of me practically trotting alongside him trying to keep up, but no, give him a pram to push, and we’re overtaken by octogenarians.
(N.B. he claimed he was just sticking to my ‘browsing’ pace, but it was definitely a case of six of one and half a dozen of the other.)
The Little Old Lady from Pasadena (Go Granny, Go Granny, Go Granny Go)
Then there’s grandparents. (And apologies here.) Both our little one’s grandmas seem to walk at a snail’s pace once in charge of the pram. To the point where, again, the ankles and heels are aching and you never quite get anywhere! It took an hour recently to do a circuit round our town that takes me 20 minutes.
I think it stems from the nurturing instinct (so what does that say about my pace?) and the fact that they don’t wish to wake a sleeping baby. But then there’ll be the inevitable curb that isn’t dropped or the pram will get lodged in a pot hole somewhere and the baby will wake up with quite a start!
Scoot down the road – what’s my number?
And then there’s Grandpa. He likes to go very fast. In the early weeks after the birth when I was more than a little slow on my pins, Grandpa had control of the buggy and I thought we would never see our new addition again! And he definitely ‘drives’ the pushchair rather than pushes it. I’ve never seen it corner quite like when Grandpa is in charge!
I wonder how your engines feel
And when I am out and about on my own, I of course have become ‘one of those mums’ who thinks she has a God-given right to the pavement. Why should I go round those without a pram / wheelchair / mobility scooter, when they’re far better able to meander if required?!
But then there’s the camaraderie of the pram-pushing sorority, which I truly love. That knowing smile shared when one of you is waiting for the other to pass on a tight bend. Or the mutual admiration with a fleeting glance at each other’s baby. Or the guilty internal grin you give yourself when her under-eye-bags are larger and deeper than your own. It’s a whole new world. And I’m speeding through it.
What have you noticed when out and about with a pram? Any strange speeding phenomena? (or lack of?)
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