Two-wheels

A recent discovery that Jackson is a little late getting his training wheels off his rarely ridden bike prompted me to drag my son out to the street, strip his training wheels off his bike, throw a helmet on his head and tell him to "ride, Jackson, ride!".   

I promised him I would hold on and we had several rickety trips up and down our street as he let go of the handlebars and clung to me every time he felt a wobble.  I was getting so frustrated and Jackson clearly knew it, because he turned to me and said "Mama, it's just my first try - why are you judging me so harshly?"     I didn't know if I should laugh or cry.    I swallowed down my frustration and took a deep breath and said a small prayer for grace and patience and 30 minutes later my son was headed solo around the block.  

I hate seeing him get so big, but I love to watch him grow. 

Well done, my love.  My son.   I am sorry for judging you harshly.