Impressed

My son, Jay, just turned five a couple months ago. Even though he is young, Jay is "the man."

I was about eight years old before I learned to ride a bike without training wheels. Two months ago, we bought Jay a bike for his birthday. Soon after we bought it, I sat on it and accidentally bent one of the training wheels. I was going to fix it, but I decided to leave it that way when I realized that it might actually help him to learn not to be dependant on them.

Lately, Andrea and I have been noticing a great degree of improvement in Jay's ability to balance on the bike. Just about an hour ago, I told him that I was going to take his training wheels off. He wasn't sure he was ready for that, but I insisted that we try it anyway. I told him he could ride in the grass in case he fell off the bike.

Once the training wheels were off, I tried walking in front of him while holding the handle bars. That seemed to slow him down so I suggested that he pedal quickly while I held the seat. We tried that and before I knew it, he was off and going. He never fell. Not even once.

I'm having one of those moments where I'm feeling extremely proud of my son.