The Balance Buddy

We went in the street, me in my flip-flops and my son focused on burning rubber. I ran down the street and back up, gripping and panting...say nothing of my physical stamina, because no matter what, mentally I couldn't let go.
The woman who introduced me to the Balance Buddy never let go. She ran around our neighborhood like a crazy person, almost being dragged by her son on his bike - but she never let go and he never fell. She looked ridiculous, I knew, but I could understand. How was I going to let go knowing he would be faced with crashing, skidding along the pavement? It was the most metaphorical moment of motherhood.
With sweating brow and an aching bunion, I knew I had to do it; I had to let go.
When I was four I asked my mom if I could buy a 2-wheeler from my friends for $5. She didn't believe me when I said I knew how to ride it. I walked her down the street and showed her how I could ride it and indeed a sale was made.
On Thursday I told my five-year-old that I'd buy him a water bottle holder for his bike if he learned how to ride. On Saturday I was out purchasing one.
Believe in them...push their limits...and they'll delight you.


This made me teary-eyed, how precious! I can see you running down the street hanging on to that bar! Too cute!
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