The transition has begun, the training wheels have been moved up from firmly planted on the ground to hovering about an inch above, and I am getting a workout!
Morgan has never been in love with her bike. I can remember as a child loving mine. I was on it everyday and couldn’t wait to ride with no training wheels – I especially couldn’t wait until I graduated to an adult bike. I’m not sure that they had youth bikes when I was a kid; now, I am fairly certain it’s a ploy to convince the consumer to buy another bike.
Back to the subject, Morgan’s ambivalence about her bike. Being such a bike kid I never understood her reluctance and doubted she would ever graduate from training wheels.
As usual, I realized I was obsessing over something that would soon work itself out. The other kids in the neighborhood are removing their training wheels and Morgan wants to do the same. She practices more now, wants to go on longer rides and seems to be gaining balance and confidence.
The other day I had her out on a two-wheeler and I was running beside her only holding onto her seat as she began to balance. I never let go, but within a few weeks I am sure I will have to. In that moment I will be nostalgic. I love the pompoms, fairy, water bottle, sparkling with accessories bike she has doted over for the past two years.
While moving on to the next stage is healthy and a sign that my little one is developing, I am scared I am losing my baby. So here I sit, on the edge of my seat, as she wobbles and turns, bandages in hand with my heart racing – cheering her on.
Who else has felt they were losing their baby? What was the transition like for your child? Is there another moment when you felt that your preschooler became a kid?