Some of us, through no fault of our own, are now deep into research on something called an infant sling.
Then we're seeking consultations on the neurological fragility of 5-month-olds and checking the compatibly of trailers with disc brakes.
We are new parents, or, ahem, new grandparents, addressing the increasingly complex questions about when and how to haul little kid-lets, even pre-toddlers, around on our bikes in an age of mechanical enchantment that seems, at times, to flirt with overthought protectionism.
We are, some of us, reliving the entrance of the kid car seat in our lives. Some of us grew up at a time when we were allowed to crawl free-range throughout the family station wagon. And dads were considered "fun" if they propped tiny, barefoot kids up on the handlebars of their Schwinn for rides around the block. It was a crazy, nutty, simpler time; life without padding, harnesses or restraints.
Then, with our own kids, we quizzically adopted the flimsy plastic buckets that were the first car seats. Then we installed similarly flimsy, rear-mounted plastic bike seats, in which our toddlers rode with the wind rustling through the locks of hair on their cute little unprotected heads.
Now, any one of those acts can get you cited or at the very least publicly shunned as abusive parents and guardians. We all now, under federal mandates, strap steel-reinforced Barcaloungers into our back seats before kids are allowed near a car.
And, well … what are we to do now about tiny kids and bikes?
If you are new to the whole kid business, or re-entering from the obliviousness of an empty nest, welcome to a time of great opportunity, fraught with danger, as regards infants and toddlers and bicycles. It is a time of never-before-dreamed-of opportunities to do apparently crazy things with tiny kids in what are apparently semi-safe ways.