Training wheels..goodbye

Dear Olivia,

Last Saturday, September 8 while I was up in Park City, you asked your papa to finally do it.  You wanted those training wheels off.  You had asked before, and I wasn't sure if it was the time, but your papa stepped up and did it.  You are four and a half years old.

When you guys came up for a sleepover at Amanda's condo, Papa brought your bike.  He held on to the back of your seat, and then let go.  You were riding your bike.

I am so thrilled to see you grow and take on new challenges.  I appreciate your "no fear and can do" attitude.  I can learn from it.

That following week, you and I focused on getting you to start and stop on your own.  I didn't press too much, showing you what needed to be done, then leaving you alone to think about it. I didn't want to regress after so much progress.

On Tuesday, Papa stayed home to work on some house projects, and I could hear you yell, "I did it, I did it! I started all by myself!"  Sure enough you did.  Wobbly, but you were going.

Later in the week your tire got quite the hole in it and no fix-a-flat would work.  We got a new inner tube, and today you were off and rolling.  Starting and stopping just fine, getting faster as you practiced. 

I then decided to teach you how to turn.  Again, I explained what you needed to do, reminding you it was just like being on training wheels.  I proceeded to give you some space to figure it out.  You did. 

The most fun part about all of this is your excitement.  You smile is wide, your eyes sparkle, and your sweet giggles over your accomplishment.  You told me, "The hardest part is when you are first learning, but then when you get it it is SO MUCH FUN!" 

You are right, my love.  Thank you for life's little treasures.

Love,

Your mama