Screw You, Ride On

I know that the title of this is a little off, but that is how I felt today watching Sarah ride her bike to school the first time. She wanted to ride so bad and no one wanted to ride with her for whatever reasons, little girls are mean. So all this week she rode her bike with her dad to see how she would do. She has barely ridden her bike around the house and now she has to cross a major intersection, and people in cars don't watch.

I woke up and Sarah was already dressed, Faith was sleeping with me in my bed. She crawled in there sometime last night. I asked Sarah something about the bus and she told, "I'm on my bike going to school." OH!

Earlier this week Craig rode with her and she had said that he made her nervous. I tried to instill confidence in her. She was aware that she needed more practice. I told her that she should ride with her dad a few times and maybe on Thursday she could ride her bike. Craig worked late last night and she really wanted to go, but was afraid to ask him for some reason. When she finally did, he told her it was to late. So needless to say I was NERVOUS.

But she rode her bike to the bus stop, showing everyone that she was riding her bike, by herself. She didn't know I was following her and she saw a mother of one of the children that rides her bus and she waved, but wasn't looking where she was going and ran into a bush. Fell right on top of her bike. I have to say I truly did laugh out loud. I wanted to see if she was okay, but she picked up her bike and got back on it and continued to ride on. I was sooo proud of her. I thought maybe she would be more embarrassed if she knew I had seen her fall.

So I continued on, drove ahead of her and turned around. I managed to be at the light when she was going to cross that busy intersection. She came up to it, got off of her bike, looked both ways, and crossed the intersection. She did great, and I told her! I continued to watch her but she didn't see me. I watched her until she turned onto the block that her school was on.

As I was coming home I saw the group of kids, that Sarah wanted to ride with. I would be lying if I didn't say I just wanted to plow 'em down. Then I thought to myself, no, let them pull up at school and see Sarah at the bike rack, locking her bike and going into the school, knowing that she rode her bike all the way to school all by herself.

Ride on Sarah!