Given my own childhood affection for bicycle riding as transportation, you'd think I'd be encouraging that same affection in my kids. It turns out to be a tad more complicated than that. The kids have bicycles, of course, and ride on our narrow road in our four house neighborhood. But that's about it.
The first time he asked, I said no. Alfs rides a bike just fine, but lacks experience on the busier roads that surround us. To remedy that, we did a couple of test rides to his friend's house down the road. That went just fine -- but it didn't mean I was ready to completely let him loose. As tentative as I was, Alfs was persistent.
Alfs really had to work on me on this one. On one hand, it was ridiculous that I not give him a little freedom. I like to claim I'm not an over-protective helicopter parent, but I was sure acting like it. On the other, given his lack of experience given our situation and how our town is laid out, it made perfect sense. Finally, Alfs' powers of persuasion won. He convinced me that he knew the rules of the road, knew how to be careful. And he was going with a friend. I think it was the strength in numbers idea that turned me in the end. I relented.
It was fine, of course. It was all fine. Alfs and his friend enjoyed their ice cream, their ride, their adolescent bonding. Though it was hard for me to let go like that, I'm glad I did. Now that that first ride is out of the way. Alfs wants to ride his bike to school some days. I'm not opposed to that in theory - but the school is three and a half miles away and he has to be there early enough in the morning that he'd be leaving before the sun comes up. So, not yet.
Eventually riding his bike to school will be fine, too. But for now, we'll keep things as they are. One step (ride) at a time, kiddo, for all our sakes.
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