After seeing Robby sit on his bike for the first time this spring, it became clear that a trip to the bike shop would be in his future. His treasured Lightening McQueen bike was now too small for him. Even with the seat fully extended, he had a difficult time pedaling because his knees kept hitting the handle bars.
A few days ago we surprised Robby with a
new "big boy" bike. We parked it at the end of the walk for him to
casually discover when he was helping his Daddy take out the trash. Our
surprise plan backfired as we ended up investing in a lengthy discussion
trying to convince him that the bicycle was for him and wasn't parked
by a door-to-door salesman. He finally accepted that the bicycle was for
him but only after he suggested that we include a note or a tag next
time we want to leave him a surprise so that he won't get confused.
most little boys, a new bike would be reason for celebration. For
Robby, the acquisition has sparked anxiety and apprehension. It wasn't
the bike that has caused him to worry, rather the lack of training
wheels that has sent him reeling.
I tried to calm his fears,
promising him that we would take it slow. I reminded him that both
swimming and ice skating were scary and difficult when he first started,
but now he is swimming like a koopa and sliding across the ice like a
pro. He seemed more comfortable and willing to try a two-wheeled bike
after reflecting on everything that he once thought to be hard but now
Seeing Robby mount the bike, he looked like such a
big kid. Of course, the fact that he was still wearing his cowboy boots
reminded me that he is still my little boy. He stood straddling the
saddle and slowly lifted one foot off the ground.
Boom! Down he
went, with the bike on top of him. My little trooper simply offered
"that stinks" as he hopped back on for another try. This time he tried
to lift the opposite foot- and proceeded to fall on the opposite side.
two falls, he finally agreed to allow me to hold the handle bars. We
were quasi-successful, but truth be told I was exerting a lot of
pressure to keep the bike erect. For some reason he doesn't seem to have
a strong sense of balance.
We'll keep working at it, and
hopefully by the end of the summer he'll be pedaling around the
neighborhood with his friends. He promised that we would keep
practicing, but also provided me with a warning. "Momom, I may never be
really really good on a bike. That's okay though. Not everybody is meant
to be a biker dude."