Monday, March 15, 2010

four wheels good, two wheels better!

November, 2007:

March, 2010:

His training wheels are officially gone, and off he goes. Part of me is still looking for the handle poking out of the back of his bike for me to hold on to. Which I could segue into some deep metaphor about kids growing up and learning to let go, but really, WHERE IS THE HANDLE?


  1. Anonymous8:43 AM

    Oh my goodness, he's GETTING so BIG!!

    Your boys are so handsome.

  2. Anonymous5:06 PM

    Learning the Bicycle

    for Heather

    The older children pedal past
    Stable as little gyros, spinning hard
    To supper, bath, and bed, until at last
    We also quit, silent and tired
    Beside the darkening yard where trees
    Now shadow up instead of down.
    Their predictable lengths can only tease
    Her as, head lowered, she walks her bike alone
    Somewhere between her wanting to ride
    And her certainty she will always fall.
    Tomorrow, though I will run behind,
    Arms out to catch her, she'll tilt then balance wide
    Of my reach, till distance makes her small,
    Smaller, beyond the place I stop and know
    That to teach her I had to follow
    And when she learned I had to let her go

    --Wyatt Prunty