My oldest daughter has just sorted out how to ride without training wheels. This photo is from yesterday, the second ride, the second afternoon of success, when she felt more confident and I could snap a cellphone pic while running along side of her. I hadn’t noticed her grin when I was with her as I was positioned beside her, my eyes were on her shoulders & thighs, her mass, reading the language of her body, trying to anticipate her leans, my hands at the ready in case she required a bit of support. It seems she no longer requires my support. And for that I am most proud.
Then she asked me, “Daddy, do you thing sometime me and you could go on a bike ride?”
I just about collapsed in a heap right there in the street.
“Sweetheart, I look forward to that more than you can possibly imagine.”
By my last count, four of the regular DC contributors have young children that are new to cycling. Another four contributors have children whom are a bit older and have been riding for years. Blood runs deep. And so it goes.by