Dear Brooklyn
Yesterday we put some training wheels on your big girl bike.
I'm
not sure who thought this was a good idea since we could never get you
to even use the pedals on your trike, you always just walked it around
pretending you were riding it.
But you got
this new bike and have really been wanting to ride it so we borrowed
some training wheels from the neighbor and got you all ready.
First
your dad helped you on the bike, made a few adjustments, told you where
the brakes were, and then sent you off to the great unknown.
Too
bad your pedaling skills hadn't magically developed out of nowhere
because you just rolled down the driveway and then slowed to a stop and
just sat there.
We tried to tell you to push down on the pedals, to keep trying, that you could do it!!! But you couldn't. Really, you couldn't.
Even
when your dad pushed you back and forth in front of our house to help
you get a feel for it, your feet kept slipping off the pedals.
And then there was the crash into the rocks and your dad convinced that the bike just needed some WD-40.
In the end your bum hurt so we called it quits for the night.
I'm not sure if your going to get back on that horse for a while. We have a way of making everyday things traumatic like that.
But
that's okay. Winter will be here soon. Lets just let the bike hibernate
and let that WD-40 really work it's magic. Next summer you both will be
ready.
I love you, my sweet little girl.
Sincerely, mom