Lord V and I worked with MiniWarrior last week to try and teach him how to ride his bike.
As he is Autistic--it's been a labor because he spaces out and forgets to pedal and he doesn't get the whole "center your body so you don't tip over" thing.
Lord V and I took turns running beside MiniWarrrior, frantically hanging on to his bike and shoving ourselves against it to hold him upright. It was exhausting to say the least.
Monday evening I received a call from MiniWarriors Dad telling me that MiniWarrior had something to tell me.
I learned to ride my bike!
Yep, I sure did!
Oh my gosh! Congratulations, Son!
Thanks, Mom! I did like you said. I remember you sayin' about that kid who took 2 weeks to learn and how sometimes he fell and skinned his knees but he didn't give up and guess what?
I didn't give up!
I'm so proud of you!
Yep. Me too. I'm proud too!
Wait. Wait. I've got to tell Lord V.
*bellowing up to Lord V in his library*
LORD V! MINIWARRIOR LEARNED TO RIDE HIS BIKE!
OMG! THATS WONDERFUL! CONGRATULATIONS!!
*proud little boy giggle on the phone*
I didn't give up, Mom. Just like you tole me. I didn't give up.
I'm all sorts of proud, Peeps. I got sappy, proud Momma tears.
Our MiniWarrior rocks.
7 years ago