Extree, Extree!

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I don't know if you heard, but today my son figured out how to ride a bike.

That's right people! My son, the refuser of all things two wheeled, the doubter of all ability to control things two wheeled, the will-not-touch-that-bike-even-when-threatened TEN year old, got on his bike today.

And rode it.

Without falling down. Without training wheels. After a year since he last tried. After many previously failed attempts. All it took was one little push, a few revolutions of the peddles and he was off. Around and around as if he always knew how.

And let me tell you, the smile on that boys face was bright enough to light the world.

So if you saw that gleam on the horizon, that was probably his teeth or the spokes on his tires.

Because he was happy. Grinning. Shining.

And so was I.

Comments

Anonymous said…
WAY TO GO PADAWAN CLONE COMMANDER JOSH BOY!! We all knew you could do it, it just took some scooter practice and self confidence.
9:35 PM
Lacey said…
Ah congrats, Josh! Isn't it wonderful to conquer a fear?
9:01 AM
CK Nethercott aka Mom said…
Okay, so I don't get too mad at my 7 year old for being too whimpy to try a bike minus training wheels? So glad there once was another mom out there with this frustration and in the end, a sucessful rider was born.
6:45 PM
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