Big milestones like learning to ride a bike seem to come with so many emotions as a parent...
I feel proud of my son, and of myself (I didnβt think I would be the one to teach him!) β€οΈ
When my son was still a baby, I had a dream of him riding away from me on a little bike, and I couldnβt keep up with him. That dream got a little more real today.
I was also cleaning up his little toddler balance bike (pictured) to get it ready to sell. He went everywhere on that thing for two years; there are a lot of memories attached to it.
But even if I kept it to sit unused in our storage shed, it wouldnβt bring those moments back.
Time really does fly by too quickly π
