A Proud Day

Just one of those moments that every parent has, but today it was my turn…Julia learned to ride her bike today.

The day started off with her still hating the pink mass of welded steel. But I decided we were going to spend a lot of time working on it. Her runner bike had been given away so it was time to take this bull by the horns. After about 30 minutes of trying and failing at the park, she was ready to give up. I kept increasing the distances for her to pedal while I held onto her coat. It really was a light bulb moment when she told me to “let go” because she wanted to do it by herself…VOILA!!!

After that there was no turning back. By the end of the day she was starting, stopping, and taking slow turns. And we did it without a single bruised or scraped knee.

Pride +100.

1 comment to A Proud Day

  • Markus

    Congratulations to both of you. I still remember the day I learned to ride a bike, I didnt tell my dad to let go, he did it by himself and I didnt even notice until I made first turn and saw him at the other end of the parking lot.