Somewhere along the way it occurred to us that the family room was A) not the only place a bike can be ridden and B) not the best place for a bike to be ridden. I think it happen about the time M noticed her bike was conspicuously missing from the family room and asked for it back.
The situation motivated us to take our kid out side to ride her bike like normal parents would.
It was a resounding success, until the last 5 seconds of the evening when she tried to ride it up the driveway and tipped over in the gutter, earning herself a skinned knee. But then she hopped back up and rode her bike all the way to the front door, took it into the house and then into the family room. Old habits....
Like with many things as of late (horseback riding, funderland, camping outside, helping around the house, playing at the playground) we managed our expectations, not knowing if she will be able to handle the new challenge. But a few minutes into it we look at each other and shrug because she's totally getting it and it's going much better than we hoped. It makes us wonder, of all the things that could hold her back, are we the biggest?
1 comment:
Where is the chicken helmet?
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