Li’l D’s new bike
My older son, Li’l D, only recently learned to ride his bike without training wheels.
He’d no sooner learned this skill than my husband, Anthony, and I saw his old bike was way too small for him. His knees knocked its handlebars with almost his every push forward.
Anthony and I decided to surprise him with a new bicycle–his choice!–for his seventh birthday. We took him to buy it yesterday, but misjudged its size relative to my car’s trunk.
At first, Anthony tried sitting up front with the bike. That seemed like it was going to work until I closed the door, at which point pain levels mandated that we explore alternatives.
The bike ended up in the passenger seat; Anthony, in the tiny space between our sons’ car seats. It took him three or four minutes to get buckled, but he finally managed it. (I still can’t quite fathom how. The dimensions just shouldn’t work!)
Li’l D was only able to ride his new bike back to our shed yesterday. That being so, he was ready to ride it at 5 o’clock this morning.
(Parental approval: withheld.)
When he gets home from school in a few minutes, having only ridden his new bike for 30 seconds, I fully expect it to be with a rush of, “Can I ride it can I ride it can I ride it?!”
He’s stoked about his bike. And me?
I’m stoked about his joy.