No More Training Wheels!

Santa delivered new bikes to my boys for Christmas…and my 4-year-old’s was equipped with training wheels.  He’s been riding with training wheels for a couple years now, so about three days ago, when my 5-year-old niece was down from Denver, I took the three of them to the bike park.  And, that’s when a joint decision was made between them and me that the training wheels would be removed.

Across the street from the cement bike park (not a good choice for learning to ride a 2 wheeler), is a huge soccer field with a sloping grassy hill at one end.  My niece repeated numerous times to my 4-year-old that she would hold onto his seat while he was learning…as long as he went slow.  He shouldn’t worry about anything.

Well, once at the hill, with my baby on his bike, facing down what seemed to his mother a very steep, unforgiving crash trap, I announced that I would be the one holding on to the seat. 

Not the 5-year-old.

And, hold on I did.  The entire way down.  It was as if my right hand was glued to the back of his seat and my left hand to his left handlebar.  There was no letting go.  Never.  I kept thinking, “Let go!  Let go!”  But that message did not travel from my brain to my hands.  It was blocked by my heart.

So, at the bottom, I motivated, “Way to go!  That was a good practice!”

And, at the half-way point up the hill, I told my older son and my niece that they could help this time.  We positioned the bike and the rider facing downhill.  My niece held the seat, my older son held the left handle bar.  And, 12 feet later, They Let Go.  It was very clear that they had utmost confidence in him and none of the mother’s-love-this-is-my-baby-thing going on. 

They just let go!  That was it!  And, off he rode into oblivion. 

None of us spoke.  We couldn’t, our jaws were hanging near our knees.

Then, he crashed.  And within about one second, our shock wore off. 

The kids sprinted toward him like my sister running away from a rattlesnake:  Hands flailing high in the air, feet barely touching the ground, screaming “YOU DID IT!!!!  YOU DID IT!!!!!”  Then dog piling him and his bike, still screaming and cheering…meanwhile he’s shouting, “Ow!  Mom!  My Arm!  They’re Smashing My Arm!!!”

And, following in their footsteps, I ran and whooped and jumped and cheered and bear hugged him and then…checked his arm….and took him back up the hill for another round.

–  The Proud Goat Cheese Lady

About The Goat Cheese Lady

I am Lindsey. At first I was a city girl. Growing up, the closest thing I had to farm animals were a cat and a cockatiel. In 2009, Herbert (my husband) and I bought our first milk goat and I instantly became an urban farmgirl, attempting to balance city and farm life..before I knew “urban homesteading” was a thing. That’s when we began The Goat Cheese Lady Farm, hence The Goat Cheese Lady blog you’re visiting now. After moving to the country in 2014, I embarked on life as a rural farmgirl. We continued teaching farm and cheesemaking classes, raising more goats and began construction on our cheese creamery. But life had other plans and in 2017, we decided that, due to financial and health issues, we had to close the farm for business. No more classes, no more creamery, a lot less milking. We went back to off farm jobs, I as an Occupational Therapist, Herbert in construction with his business, D&A Home Remodeling. At that point, I made a silent promise to myself that I would corral my entrepreneurial mind and focus on a job for a year. Well, it has been a year and I am back. Not to classes, cheese, soap or lotion, but back to writing. I love it. I’m not sure where it will lead me, but that’s where I’m starting. I’ll continue to write as The Goat Cheese Lady for now, and whatever the future holds, I’ll let you know. Our two boys are 14 and 11 and continue to be louder than my sister and I ever were. We have two dogs, Montaña and Flash, a cat, Jumpy, a flock of chickens and three goats. Yes, we still have Lucy, the goat who helped us start it all and was milked by over 1,000 people. She’s retired but still the boss. Chocolate provides enough milk for our family with some to spare for the dogs. Soccer friends, school friends, coyotes and mice are frequent visitors. There are way too many flies and every so often we see an owl. I’m glad you’re here. Sometimes you’ll laugh out loud, other times you’ll be inspired to appreciate the small things. My hope is that, over your morning cup of coffee or your afternoon work break, you’ll enjoy the antics and inspiration that are my daily life. Lindsey
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1 Response to No More Training Wheels!

  1. Melina says:

    There will be so many “letting go” moments for you. May you handle the others as well as this one.

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