We didn’t get to do all of the things on the kids’ summer bucket lists. That was never the goal, anyway. It was mainly to hear from the kids themselves what they were hoping to do with their time off from school just in case there was something rolling around in their heads that they never expressed out loud. The main goal of summer was to rest, do a few fun things here and there, rest, spend time together, rest, read, rest, play, rest, oh and sleep in. Did I mention rest? So happily, that main goal was met with flying colors and we all concluded that it was a great summer. Some of us (Mikey) are still in mourning that it’s over (yes, it’s almost October now). The summer bucket list items were meant to be fit in between all that resting we were doing. So not all, but some. Most, I’d say too, except the lists have long been lost so I can’t exactly confirm. But some or most. And I’m just fine with that.
One of Lauren’s requests was to learn to ride her bike without training wheels. All smiles and eager to get this show on the road.
Except that she is a year younger than when her sister learned to ride and so the process of learning to balance on two wheels was taking her a bit longer. And her daddy decided they needed a larger area to maneuver around in. So they went to the big playground.
Back and forth…
Back and forth.
We reminisced about when he first learned to ride his bike in the backyard of the lemon tree house. Except he kinda already knew how to ride so it took all of five minutes.
Her daddy decided some adjustments needed to be made on her little bike.
He also concluded that she needed a bigger bike and would get one as soon as she learned to ride a two-wheeler.
She was bound and determined to make it happen after hearing that!
And then…
She got it!
She really got it!
And kept going!
And going!
His halleluyer moment. For we both weren’t sure she was going to get it in one session.
High five from her daddy.
Pat on the back from her big bro.
And then the rest of her cheering section arrived.
Hunkering down.
Gets the job done.
Proud was the daddy.
Proud was the girl.
A few last pointers. And a keeled over brother.
And then it was time for a race!
By golly, she did it.
In her own time and with her own quiet determination.
