A few weeks ago Anni joined her friends to try out bike riding at a safe-ish practice driving circle near our school (it was built for driver’s ed at the local college). We wanted to see if it was time to begin a hunt for a used bike here. The streets here are far too dangerous between the rocks, mud, massive pot holes, roaming cows, goats, and chickens. Add in the bikes, scooters, motorcycles, dala dalas, people, and cars and it is a med-a vac trip waiting to happen so she had never really tried a bike outside. Sure she has ridden the small tricycle we got her last year around our house but a real bike was very exciting. At least until she got on.
Now, I do remember learning to ride a bike and it was tough. I have always felt so gutted when I was not immediately great at something which for this first born has resulted in lots of disappointments. You would think I would be used to sucking at stuff by now. Learning to ride a bike is a rite of passage in kid world and it comes with a certain status and swagger. I remember that my brother; who has always managed to outshine me in everything physical, was whizzing by me on his “big bike” even though he was 2 years younger than me while I was still wobbling around with training wheels. I know I tried over and over getting up on the seat, afraid to go too fast, falling and feeling like I would never get it right. I did finally succeed but it was not easy. I am pretty sure there were tears involved and for Miss Anni there were a few moments like this…..