Learning to ride a bike did not come easy for me. I think I rode my "Big Wheel" until I was about 7 years old and then my parents got me a scooter to help me "transition". My memories of the the early moments of trying to learn on my banana-seat bike are of panicked screams for my dad not to let go of the back and lots of tears.
So on Sunday afternoon...when the day had turned beautiful...and Nathan asked Greg to take off his training wheels, I braced myself for what was to come. I looked out the window to see them out there doing one of those "picture perfect" moments of a dad holding onto the bike and a little boy trying very hard. The amazing thing was, by the time I dashed to grab our camera, that stage was passed! Nathan was riding on his own! He has done amazingly well...right from the start. (We think we owe some to scooter he got for Christmas that he's been riding around on in the Church gym through the winter.)
What a magical parenting moment to really see your boy "take off" on one of the great "firsts" of life!
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So cute! I can't believe how big he's getting!
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