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Each summer my son faced his bike like a comic strip superhero disdainfully surveying an arch nemesis, his gleaming unmarred bike mocking him from the shadows of our garage.  My confident, resourceful son was rendered powerless on two wheels.  With each failed lesson he would slowly spiral into anger, frustration, insecurity and fear; tears and temper sabotaging his efforts, he evaded the childhood milestone of riding a bike.

Today, on a beautiful Spring day, he found his way on two wheels in the company of a friend.  I marveled at this child’s ability to direct and encourage, acknowledge and accept my son’s progress with quiet compassion.  I struggled to remain silent wanting to be present at the moment of accomplishment having so long been a companion on the journey.  Together we stood in strength and my heart burst in soundless applause as my son faced his fear on two wheels.

Tagged: Bike, Fear, Friendship