Alex wants to learn how to ride a bicycle. It makes sense, since he’s had a blast motoring around on his tricycle. Marc never learned how to ride a bike, but I rode one for much of my childhood. We both agree that if Alex wants to ride a bike, he should be able to.
We bought a 12-inch bicycle with training wheels.
And then Marc tells me that since I’m the only one who knows how to ride a bike, it’s my job to teach Alex.
The actual teaching part isn’t so daunting. The boy’s got training wheels, after all. And he’s reasonably coordinated, with a decent sense of balance.
But how do I keep up with him???
It’s not as if I am going to get a bike of my own. I haven’t ridden one in over 20 years and even though you’re not supposed to forget how to ride a bike . . . I’m pretty sure I’ve forgotten. Thoroughly.