Congratulations....well done!

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.