We were able, thanks to extra dj events, provide a brand new bike for our grandson, and we found a pretty neat one at a yard sale for our granddaughter.
Two sweet children: one very new to riding, one who knew how to ride, but had to adjust to a bigger bike after having his bike stolen ...so much to think about...and yet, as each child grew in wisdom and experience,
the small bike rider could ride quite well...just needed a push, and her new bike came with a bell that, when rung, summoned Daddy...or Papa...or Grammy...to give a little push.
The veteran bike rider, after a crash or two,
discovered how he could get on the bike, first using the curb, and then all by himself; how to pedal and turn; and then he pedaled and turned, faster and faster...even went a little too far as he ventured out.
It is amazing the size of the smile, the look of confidence...how that grew and grew with each pass by Papa or Grammy...
As I returned to laundry and cooking and cleaning, yard work and bills...I stopped and thought of that big seven year old, with the wind in his hair, and a smile from ear to ear...riding that new red bike, and of that sweet Little Miss on her new bike, ringing her bell...hopefully someone else could give her a little push...Oh, how Papa and I miss those little pushes, and that sweet smile! And now, they both can never forget how to ride a bike!
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