I took the training wheels off Austin’s bike today.
In a child’s life, before a driver’s license or a kiss, this is the biggest moment there is. He was cruising around with the training wheels raised from yesterday. After some time barely touching them to the ground, he finally asked for them to be removed. I removed them, and off he went.
Riding circle after circle, a whole new world of adventure opened up to him. Suddenly, he could travel fast and without restriction. It was the official turning point of being a big kid.
I wish that moment was just the two of us. Him spinning circles in the street and I proudly watching and smiling. As it was, I was also chasing a little sister around, who desperately wanted to ride her tricycle into the street. I blocked the trike, but she still wound up walking in the swampy gutter a bit.
It was a special little moment, though. I still have recollections of losing my training wheels and blazing around our street in Oakdale, California. Of course, those memories are quite fuzzy, though my Gram (the Queen Mother for those in the know) was apparently there for the event that weekend.
Austin was surely beside himself. He would come back into the driveway and tout how amazingly well he was doing after having his training wheels raised only the day before. Then he’d be off again, wheeling quietly around our street and down a block as Em and I took a walk.
The lad’s still plenty wobbly, as one would assume my son would be. But man oh man does he want it now. I guess I’ll have to get either my running shoes or my bike up and ready for when he wants an adventure.
I think for posterity’s sake, it’s worth mentioning that about half an hour into losing his training wheels, Austin ran into a parked car.
No damage except to his pride.