Who, pray tell, needs a little congratulating?
Elizabeth! (and her mother)
She learned to ride a bike! We tried to teach her (it was a half hearted effort) about a year ago, and that ended in tears.
We planned it this time, put it on the calendar, and then actually followed through. I donned my rollerblades, took her to the basketball courts, and we had a ball. This little pumpkin learned how to ride, lickety split. She automatically understood balance, she only had to overcome fear.
I can honestly say I never planned on being the one to teach my children to ride a bike. That always seemed like the "man's" job. But I guess since I did plan on potty training them, and Bj does that, all things are up for discussion.
I have to say, this is one of my favorite lessons. It is such an accomplishment...a measured accomplishment, that I can point to and say, "I taught them that." There are too few things I can actually take a little credit for.
Heaven knows I need all the pats on the back I can get.
Each day this week we have gone for a bike ride to solidify this new skill. Liz has been testing her limits on the bike, and without any major disasters.
Now, all I have to do is teach my heart not to leap out of my chest, when my previous youngest child, rides out of reach.
I can let her go. I can let her go. I can let her go.