It was significant: the day before, while I was out at the reservoir riding the horse, Lil took her bike out ... and began to ride it.
She had a teeny bike years ago, tried it, didn't figure out the dynamic, ignored it. Then this bike, a couple years ago, same thing.
I'm not sure what made her leap out in intuition, but she got her bike out and declared she would learn to ride it. And she did.
On Friday morning, she was wheeling it like a scooter up and down the sidewalk, when suddenly I heard her call, "Hah! Gran, I'm riding my bicycle." And so she was.
A bit later, the little girl from next door popped over, and I heard these beautiful words from Lil: "You want to ride bikes together?"
In the course of their morning zooming, they visited a yard sale down the street. Lil, in red, assists Kendra in securing a purchased plush pig to her handlebars.
Bernie thinks that me helping Lil learn to ride Dink made a difference. I think so; riding without stirrups probably helped her gain that sense of balance she needed. And now, riding the bike will help her learn how to adjust for speed when the horse trots.
Truly amazing, truly wonderful.
1 comment:
Woohoo, Lil! Riding a bike is as close as you can get to flying under your own power.
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