And I'm sure it didn't help her when she saw Gwennie take a header from her bike yesterday. I know it didn't do anything good for me. Gwen was showing off and riding much faster than she should have been. I'm not sure exactly what happened but I think she braked with the hand brakes which only stopped the front wheel, which meant that she (and the back wheel) went ass over tea kettle (in a whirling frenzy of madly gyrating bony little knees and elbows) - in midair - right over the front wheel. She landed headfirst, somersaulted, and skidded a little on her back. From a more detached point of view, it was one of the most spectacular bike crashes I've ever seen.
I've always secretly thought that bike helmets were kind of stupid and why couldn't kids just be kids the way I was a kid, but that hasn't stopped me from religiously making sure that Gwennie and Emma wear them. Maybe maternal instinct won out. Or maybe, deep down, I just know that Gwennie isn't a kid the way I or anyone else was a kid and that she needs the extra protection. I don't even want to speculate what kind of kid she might have been if she hadn't been wearing her helmet. I heard the sound it made when it hit the concrete.
Anyway, she got a pretty decent scrape on her back and some little ones on her elbows and I think there was a little one on her nose, but that's it. She was really really lucky. And my heart has returned to it's usual verge-of-heart-attack state.