I had a lot of concerns in our former home, but one of the ones that kept bugging me was that my boys didn’t know how to ride bikes. Oh, we had practiced with Ricky a little last summer and he knew the basic idea, but on a road without sidewalks and vehicles traveling 50 mph, a boy just doesn’t get a lot of chance to practice.
It bothered me.
A lot.
When we first moved into our new home, Ricky and Billy mostly rode their scooters. They got quite good at them and Ricky seemed content with this new skill. They could even balance them as they rode the curbing along the flower beds and the front of the house! Then, one day, the bicycles came out.
The first time I saw Ricky whip around the driveway at a good speed with a smile on his face, I just about cried. It could have been the pregnancy hormones, but I don’t think so. It was what I wanted. My boys had learned to ride and enjoyed riding their bikes!
Billy had never ridden a bike without training wheels and he’d only ridden with training wheels a little. Three weeks after moving into our new home, he was riding like a pro.
Rusty and Tommy quickly progressed from their wiggle cars and trikes to bikes with training wheels. We might have been able to get Rusty off the training wheels this summer too if we hadn’t been too busy and too content with just letting him be.
Boys and bikes were meant to be together. And mine finally are!
They even like riding them in the rain!
And when I saw the big scratch on the side of my van from one of their handlebars, I didn’t even get upset. I smiled and said, “This is exactly what my heart wanted.” And I was even telling myself the truth!