...less training wheels that is.
Me...I'm sad he's so big.
I watched from the curb as his cute dad patiently taught him. I thought of 2 things....how learning to ride a bike is like life. Everytime he fell down he got right back up...that's what I want him to know about how we roll....and 2...how one day I'll be sobbing at his wedding and as I mingle with all the guests I'll several times repeatedly tell a story like this..."it seems like just yesterday his dad was teaching him to ride a bike...now look at him all grown up and married...(me...sob sob sob.)
AND...
how one day she'll excitedly call and want to show me the fancy rock on her hand that her prince charming doned her with...
They grow up too fast...
...someone tells me that daily...I believe them...I want them to stay little...I know they won't. I'll continue to cherish all.
Life is good.
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