Riding his bike

My little man can ride a bike. Well, as long as we are going straight. If we are stopping, starting or turning he needs a little bit of help but all the important stuff he can do alone. Learning to ride a bike has been pretty difficult. Mostly because there is no one to hire to teach him how to ride a bike. Swimming was one of my first challenges but that is why they invented swimming teachers and now thanks to Lisa, Elias is an excellent swimmer. Biking is different. Parents teach kids to ride bikes and unfortuanetely Tristan is tall which leaves me running around the block every day with Elias who only recently decided he enjoyed the process. For several weeks Elias insisted that he was too young to ride a bike and he tried to reassure me that when he was ten he would be ready. This did not seem right to me so around and around the block we went. A few days ago it was like something clicked. I let go and I kept letting go. He was riding, admittedly it was some crazy curving erratic riding, but he was riding all by himself. He started going at a pretty good clip and I was running next to him weaving from the left to the right side of the road to be next to him in case he needed me to grab on. He turned right and I didn't hold on and he kept going faster and faster. So now I am sprinting to keep up and I am so excited and all this adrenalin is rushing through my body and what does Elias do? He turns his head and of course turns the handlebars at the same time to look at me. I grabbed the back of the bike and somehow managed to stop both of us without anybody landing on the cement. Instead of being terrified Elias said "I was riding by myself!!!!" And now, my little man likes to ride his bike.