If you’ve been in society at any point in the last … well, forever … you’ve noticed how very special and unique every single kid in the world is. Most likely, you were tipped to that by their parents, who told you how special and unique their kid is.
It’s hard to beat parental pride, I guess.
I mentioned my son, who just turned 4, in this post earlier this summer. After seeing smaller kids go faster than him, he wanted an upgrade. He’s now ditched that upgrade and made a pretty big step: The training wheels are gone.
And now I’m the guy telling everybody about his kid. After a long ride around the neighborhood on his Strider, he asked to ride more when we got home. On a whim, I removed the training wheels from his 12-inch bike and rolled it out. He climbed on, coasted down the driveway and headed off down the sidewalk.
Just like that.
He stopped one driveway down, wild-eyed and grinning wider than I’ve ever seen. “I did it, Daddy!” he said. And then: “Let’s do it again.”
With the exception of a little incident – a hill and forgetting how to use his brakes (or at least ditch into the grass) – all has been well. And though the hill incident scared him a bit, his enthusiasm hasn’t dimmed in the least.
Every night he wolfs down his supper, says “please” and “thank you” almost too much and then asks if he can go ride his bike. When rain was threatening, he was almost in tears at the prospect of staying inside.
I have no idea how long that will last, but I’m going to soak in every moment.
We all settled on bikes for a variety of reasons. For some it’s competition, for others it’s transportation, and for others still it’s fitness. Some just like being outside. But looking into my son’s eyes, I saw the prime reason: Joy.
Bikes are awesome. Riding a bike is even more awesome. I’m reminded of that every time my son asks if he can race me on the sidewalk.
I’ll never say no.
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