I can remember my Dad teaching me how to ride a bike and yesterday I returned the favor.
Maddy and I headed to our underground garage since it is nice and smooth plus there is normally noone down there during the day. Maddy tends to get flustered when he is learning something new and hates to 'look bad' while doing it so the garage was perfect.
We pulled his bike out of storage, gave it a quick clean, adjusted the seat and pumped up both tires. I showed him where the brakes were and how to use them and off we went. After 2 or 3 trial runs (with me holding on to his bike while running beside him) he was off on his own. The look of joy and amazement that he was doing it all on his own was priceless. I wish I had the foresight to have brought the camera with me!
Maddy is a natural. He must get it from his mother because when Dad taught me how to ride my bike I ended up in the hospital with a broken arm. I also broke my face when I fell of a bike in Australia so it definitely doesn't come from my side of the family.
After 30 minutes of riding up and down the garage YAAYing and WOOHOOing he wanted to show Mommy so we went and got her. Mommy was surprised that he learned how to ride so quickly.
I told her it was because he had a good teacher!