This morning we bought Ryan his first plastic push bike. It was supposed to be his Christmas present but as you can see, the Husband and my resolve lasted a whole 5-minute car trip before we handed it over. It's a pre-Christmas Christmas present, m'kay?
Ryan first went for a spin on a plastic bike at the Lionheart's school: and the kid just fell in love.
This is a first for us, too. Trav's weak right side and poor depth perception means no racing around on a bike - which is, frankly, a wild and free-spirited activity ALL children should get to experience. We've found other ways for the Lionheart to enjoy the wind in his hair (like mad trips in the beach buggy when we're at the coast).
Back to Ryan the Mighty Squish and his new wheels. And joy. And delight. He still needs an extra cm or three of legs and ankles before he's more like Knight Rider and less like the Speed Wobble of Doom - but boy, oh boy, the kid is chuffed. I can't remember when last I felt that undiluted surge of happiness rushing through my veins. Can you?
Which leads me neatly into tomorrow's post: the simple life - and is it impossible to achieve in a world soaked to its fibre-optic bones in technology?
Yes, it is. But it will require one to completely unplug.
ReplyDeleteThe little black bike has to be the worlds greatest invention ever!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI often wish they made those black bikes in adult sizes. They are such fun! I hope Ryan has many happy carefree hours with his new "toy" :)
ReplyDeleteMan he looks so happy.
ReplyDeleteI always loved those bikes,mine all had hours of fun on them and had to be dragged off them when they finally were too big for them