I have (for the umpteenth time since my son was born) seen the truly great thing about being a mother. Today Hayden rode his bike without training wheels! He didn't just ride it; he braked, he stood up to pedal, he took his feet off the pedals to coast. We've known he was ready; he's been riding the pocket rocket (a tiny 2-wheeled, battery-powered motorcycle) with no feet for about 6 months, but as soon as we put him on something bigger he got scared. Then last night I caught him riding the neighbor's bike across the grass, so I decided to take the training wheels off his old bike that was lower to the ground. Sure enough, he took off with no starting/stopping, hesitation, or any problems. I'm so proud--I look at pictures of when he was born and wonder, who would have thought this little baby would ride a big-boy bike one day? My little man, moments like this make everything worth it.
SherrySherry is a neice, and Melba is my mother - doesn't that make me a very lucky man? Well, I think I am blest.