You got your first bike when you were four because you had started throwing tantrums and daddy said no way we’re not rewarding bad behaviour but I said he needs his freedom from the daycare kids in the back yard, he is getting older he needs to be allowed to do more, trusted to be a big boy, he is asking us to help him grow up, and so we went to town and you picked out a purple bike with handle bars that came up to daddy’s knee and white training wheels and plastic streamers in the hand grips and we put clickers in the spokes and a helmet on your head and you were allowed to ride from our house to three houses down and back again. You stopped throwing tantrums, and a year later daddy took the training wheels off and ran behind you, back and forth up and down, one hand on the back of the seat, on your back, on your helmet, hovering, hovering, until you looked back and saw him running beside you, look, look, no hands!
Dear Nita
This is so sweet! I brought up two sons and can still remember the time when I was running behind the bicycle when we took the training wheels off! Now, they are both young men and I miss the times when I was the most important lady in their lifes!
Blessings from Heather’s
Mia
I love this glimpse. It will be a treasure for your family for always. I love that part about Just Write. Thank you so much for joining in.