Lately, nothing has been making me happier than the feel of the warm sunshine on my face. So any time I have a free minute, I have been forcing myself to get outside or enjoy the weather in some way. The other day, I decided to go do my reading in the park (which turned into reading/sleeping/lounging/people-watching, but thats ok) and I saw this dad trying to teach his daughter to ride her bike.
The little girl couldn't have been much older than 4 or 5 and was so adorable. I watched them for quite a while, and what stuck with me most was their last attempt. She got on the bike and kept turning around to make sure that Dad was standing behind her and that he wasn't letting go of the seat. I'm not sure of their conversation, but you could tell from their mannerisms that he was reassuring her that he wouldn't let her go.
I know that feeling of looking back to make sure that someone is still there. Family... friends... significant others... to some extent, you want to be free and independent and feel the wind in your face. But on the other hand, its nice to know that in case you get a little wobbly, you've got a hand to support you.
It made me think of when I learned to ride my bike. I think my dad was the nervous-nellie about it (surprising if you meet him), but my mom was the one who said, "Just let her go." ((Which resulted in me flipping my handlebars into the alley -- Dad was mad at Mom for letting me go -- I still have the scar on my knee if you want to see.))
Remember when things were that easy?
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