Justin drives a two-wheeler without training wheels. He’s so proud. I don’t know what amazes me more, his exuberant bloom or his balance, but both are awesome. Korey, in big brother fashion, champions and heralds this new accomplishment. Word has spread throughout the village of this “lightening” on two wheels. I tell him there’s a big responsibility to this. Drivers don’t expect to see someone 4 years old driving a two-wheeler so you need to be extra careful.
It all happened during a camping trip he took with his Dad over the weekend. I missed the actual first, but when he came home, I still got to hold the back of the seat while he claimed his balance. Which is to say that it didn’t actually happen until I saw it with my own eyes. Our inaugural bike ride took us all the way to Nanny’s house, and that’s quite a ride for a 4 year old.
He can swing by himself too. I want to stop the progress, hold and cuddle him. Feed him from me and tickle his feet while he suckles. I miss my little baby boy. I ache to be his Mommy full-time again, to not miss a moment.