Falling off the bike..

Remember when you learned how to ride a bike? 
I do.  I think it is one of those forever memories engrained on your mind, due to the fear and trust factors.

I was thinking back to Fall ( and how green everything is in my pictures..with no snow..)
and I remembered that my now 5 year old, Sam, learned how to ride his bike.
He is very cautious and thankfully very trusting.

Isn’t it the hardest thing to say to your own child….

“It’s ok.. ( you have fallen off of your bike and cut your knees and elbows up, and they are bleeding and I feel like a schmuck telling you this..)
You have to get back on the bike and try again.”
“And again…
And again..”

This my FAVORITE picture!
A boy’s best friend – good times and bad.

And then, after many hours, and much effort, your child has succeeded in not only learning how to ride a bike…
they have also gained..
your trust..
your pride…
overcome this fear…
and know that perserverance prevailed!

Wow!  What a lesson for every day life.

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    January 30, 2010 at 9:17 am

    Sweet pics! Oh the nice green grass, how I miss thee!! Life is very much like a bike, get back up and try again. Thankfully our Heavenly Father is running beside us and guiding our every move! Have a great weekend!

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    January 30, 2010 at 3:06 pm

    That is a great lesson!
    I have a few years yet before my little boy has to learn to ride a bike. 🙂

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    January 31, 2010 at 1:11 am

    I do have some memories of learning to ride my bike! I remember that I was afraid to turn corners because I would always wreck! LOL

    We're still in the training wheel stage with our kids, but I'm sure we'll be feeling like schmucks soon enough. 🙂


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    January 31, 2010 at 3:09 pm

    It is definitely a great feeling of accomplishment!! I remember running into the giant propane tank b/c I forgot how to use the brakes! lol

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    February 8, 2010 at 4:08 pm

    I am presently 66 yrs. old. I first learned to ride a bike when I was somewhere between 10 and 13 yrs. old. I was the 8th child of 9our father had deserted us before the 9th was born. Bikes were not all that popular and for us too expensive. My sister Elaine, a few years older than I got a girls bike. One day it was lying in our yard and so I decided that I was going to ride it. I got on it and started pedalling away and much to my surprise I did not fall. This success on first attempt caused me to head off down a nearby dirt road. The front wheel hit a hole and turned sideways flipping me and the bike over. I landed on the ground with the seat of the bike resting on my head. Momentarily stunned I lay there for a few minutes; then got up and road back home.

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    Lynnette Kraft
    February 9, 2010 at 12:19 am

    Yeah Sam!

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    September 27, 2011 at 9:34 am

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