A bicycle built for one

I am a proud parent this evening because my eldest son has learned how to ride a bike. He’s been wanting to learn for a while now, and since he’s had a bike for a couple of years now, now was as good a time as any. Just to make it clear I, nor his mother actually witnessed him performing this on his own – his uncle video messaged it to us – but it doesn’t really matter because being proud comes at any time, and from anywhere. Such an accomplishment! And at 10 years of age, he learned a year before I had at his age. The timing may seem like a bit off because the two of us learned when we were older, but does that really matter? Not really. The result was the same regardless of when we learned.

The best thing about this, other than the actually ability to ride a bicycle, is that now the sayings “just like riding a”, and “you never forget how to ride a” can now mean something to him contextually. How sweet is that?! Very. Ride on my son, ride on.