THE FIRST MILE IS THE HARDEST: TEACHING YOUR KIDS TO RIDE.
All due respect to Morrissey, the last mile isn’t the hardest mile. It’s the one where you learn how to balance. It’s all up and downhill but amazing from there.
It’s a gift none of you will ever forget as long as you live.
Now on to the next ten thousand miles…
My parents never gave me a bike with training wheels, nor held the seat for me. They did however watch me fall flat on my face riding down the driveway the first time, pick myself up, get back on the bike, then pedal away around the corner. Not much has changed many years on.
I think my parents did a pretty good job in that way. They never really intervened with things I wanted to do. Just sort of gave me a shove in the right direction with the things I didn’t want to do.