A Contestant for the 2018 Trottinette World Cup

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“And you WAIT for us before crossing the street!”

Mark gives me that “seriously, just let me go, already!” look, conveniently forgetting that less than three weeks ago, he had no clue how to navigate the city. Now he zig-zags through the crowd and can’t wait to go places.

“Wait for us at the corner of the street!”

“Wait for us at the bakery!”

“Wait for us at the fountain!”

“Wait for us at the bridge!”

Mark speeds through the city on his beloved trottinette. It’s more than a practical way to make sure he keeps us with us during our long walks—Mark is apparently committed to winning the 2018 Trottinette World Cup, if such championship exists. He tries jumping curbs, he picks it up with one hand and does a bunch of other tricks I’m more or less happy with.

“I’ll take his trottinette to climb the stairs to the bridge, mom.”

“Oh, I can grab it, no problem.”

“Wait… it looks like he’s climbing the stairs with it. Perfect, saves us the effort!”

“Should we help him?”

“… Nah. Are you doing okay, Mark? Yes, good job, strong muscles!”

I’m the parent with the hands-off approach.

I let Mark ride back to the apartment building alone on his trottinette from Place Royale, a 300-meter trip. I follow behind but I’m slower so I quickly lose sight of him. Am I crazy and irresponsible? I don’t think so. Mark does have to pay attention because this street is always packed and he does have to pass the homeless guy who has three big dogs and one chicken as pets—that’s playing life on hard mode, if you ask me—but it’s a pedestrian street and Mark showed me he was responsible enough to enjoy the two-minute ride alone.

He is proud of himself when I finally catch up with him at the door of the building.

Before going to France, my mom asked me if she should surprise Mark with a few new toys. “No toys!” I replied. “Well, not right away, anyway. I want to offer him experiences, that’s what he needs.”

I remember being five or six. I remember how happy I was to be given responsibilities and to be allowed to do things “older kids” could do—buying bread, crossing a street, ringing a bell, exploring a store alone, etc.

I’m trying to do the same with Mark. Of course, I’m never too far but I want to show him I trust him—and I do.

Some parents have a tough time letting go and miss feeding their child, getting them dressed, etc. It is a unique feeling when a little human being relied on you for survival. But whenever I feel sentimental remembering Mark falling asleep in my arms or smiling just for me, I remind myself he’s never too old for a big hug.

I just have to catch up with him and the damn trottinette first.

Along the Erdre River, Boulevard Van Iseghem, Nantes

Along the Erdre River, Boulevard Van Iseghem, Nantes

Climbing the stairs to the Pont Général de la Motte Rouge

Pont Général de la Motte Rouge

Around Saint Donatien

Around Rue Maréchal joffre

Rue d’Orléans

Quai Ceineray

Around Saint Donatien

Quai de Versailles

Quai de Versailles

Boulevard des Belges, after I poured a bottle of water on Mark (it was hot!)

Boulevard des Belges, after I poured a bottle of water on Mark (it was hot!)

Boulevard des Belges, after I poured a bottle of water on Mark (it was hot!)

Along the Erdre


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French woman in English Canada. World citizen, new mom, traveler, translator, writer and photographer. Looking for comrades to start a new revolution.


  1. Mark with a trottinette and what appears to be a pain au chocolat, that’s the french part of him!
    It’s cool you’re letting him have some independance. He will remember it!

  2. Your parenting seems SO healthy.

    On a semi-related note, can we say ‘trottiner’ to also mean ‘skip’ down the street? A French friend once told me that.

    • That’s correct! It can mean to toddle off (for kids learning to walk, also used for young kids trying to keep up with someone walking faster than them) or trotting around (mostly used when talking about animals, for example, “le chien trottinait derrière elle”).

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