I saw you riding your bike the other day with confidence and gusto. You have grown tired of your “trikey” and needed something more.
I cringed the moment you crossed that invisible boundary where I couldn’t run to you and protect you. Your mother and I shouted to “turn around” and “get back here.”
There was that twinkle in your eye as you returned. You had felt the spirit of the road ahead of you and wanted more.
Not yet little one!
I flashed forward a dozen years into the future and felt my heart ache at the thought of handing you the keys to the family wheels.
If only we could keep you behind that line love.
Ces’t la vie!
