Yesterday was the trike-a-thon at Cordelia's preschool. The kids raise money for St. Jude's and then ride their bikes, trikes, or scooters. Anyway, we brought Cordelia's trike to school and set it out with the others. I noticed that there were very few tikes, mostly bikes with training wheels. Cordelia didn't seem to notice, but I mentioned to Eric that it was probably about time that she starts on a bike with training wheels. When she got he bike for her second birthday (see here) she was this tiny little girl. Now, well...see for yourself...
She is much bigger and it just seemed time for a change. So it was big girl bike time. I may have felt a little break of heart as I watched this girl, in the course of a day, go from toddler trike to big kid bike (with training wheels).
When Eric got home he put together the bike and got some great father daughter time in, teaching her how to use her brakes, important in our hilly neighborhood.
Elise was pretty certain that she should be able to ride it too.
Once Cordelia got the hang of it we hit the river trail where she could really give it her all.
The only thing that kept my heart from breaking was the enormous grin on her face, so proud to have mastered a new skill. Every time Eric and I praised her effort and great attitude she seemed to glow with pride. Oh how this parenting thing hurts so good.