Riding a bike

I had forgotten how hard it can be to learn how to ride a bike. I remember the falls, the skinned knees, and the important lessons in learning how to brake, but I can't remember every occasion I got injured. I think it's your brain's way of letting you learn how to ride.

It's kind of like a relationship. You have your falls, your pain, and the important lessons learned in a broken heart, but you won't remember every good and bad moment. I think it's your brain's way of letting you love again.

Olivia did okay. She's still unstable on her bike without training wheels. Only a few small falls so far. I am waiting for the first major one. I realize she depends on me alot. Not just to hold the bike, but to just be there with her. I know that will fade with time, but it's nice for now.