|
|
Monday, October 02, 2006Watching My Baby Fly
 Last Tuesday, I threw Spencer's bike into the back of the van and made my way to church, where I dropped the girls off for their ballet classes. Then I brought my Little Guy to the lower parking lot, unloaded the bike, and let him go to town. The poor kid sold his training wheels last autumn, but never had a chance to learn to ride without them. And, well, we live on a hill. I'm not about to let my wee dude test his biking prowess on an incline. Thing is, he turned seven in March. The bike was a sixth birthday present. How sorry is that? Eric spent some time with him a few days before our Tuesday riding date. They went to a park and did the dad-holding-onto-Spencer's-neck-and-running-alongside-the-wobbling-bike thing. It was definitely what Spencer needed. By the time I took him out on Tuesday, he was ready to roll. "I'll hold your neck and run with you," I said. I was serious -- I had my sneakers on. I was prepared to be a Super Mom. We did one, brief pass with the neck-hold, and it wasn't too successful. Then Spencer exclaimed, "I'm just going to do it by myself!" And he did. He just sort of...took off. Wow. There went my "baby." The exhuberance on his face was beyond description. My son was riding his bike, all by himself. After an initial round of cheering, applauding, and shouting instructions, I did what any self-respecting mom would do. I grabbed my Nikon. In a couple of years, I'll be dealing with Firstborn Holding Car Keys syndrome. Somehow, the bike riding seems easier, less threatening. Oh, how quickly our little birdies fly from the nest! It's a good thing I have post-fulltime-mom plans -- like traveling to Italy, learning to speak French, and publishing bestselling novels up until I'm a doddering old woman. Still. A five-minute trip to the past, just so I could cuddle a six-month-old Spencer or a two-year-old Jonathan one more time, would be equally thrilling. Motherhood. Ain't nothing like it. Labels: parenting |
About Me
I am: Mother to five stunningly individualistic children... Writer of young adult fantasy... Passionate advocate for Women At Home... Madly in love with my husband... In need of Organic Gourmet Chocolate on a regular basis. I've got a Paypal account if you'd like to contribute to the cause....
|
8of my readers are feeling chatty:
I remember those times, hubby running along side the bike, wobbly new riders, skinned knees.
My oldest little one is going to be learning to fly in april - driving.
AAAHHHHHHHHH!
It feels like just yesterday my son was learning to ride a bike. Oh how they grow. Your post brought tears to my eyes. LOL
I came from Wendy's blog.
Yeah...my oldest will be getting his license next month. I miss those bicycle days!
I think I'll sprout a mole when James starts driving.
Oh... I forgot.... Wendy sent me, but I was headed this way anyway.
How exciting!!!! I cannot believe that he is seven years old! Time flies....
Ida learned to ride a two wheeler this summer. She is so proud of her accomplishment and so are we.
WAY TO GO SPENCER!!!!!
I am proud of him, he really took off! But then I am his Dad. :)
You are right - there is nothing like motherhood. Especially when you have to let go...
Post a Comment
<< Home