I’m watching this episode of Extreme Weight Loss where the participant learns how to ride a bike for the first time and it reminded me of how my dad taught me.
I was seven and all my older sisters already know how to ride a bike without training wheels. So during one of our weekend trips to the bike park my dad decided it’s time for me to remove mine.
I had a really hard time and I ended up crying. I thought he was being unfair because my sisters (as far as I know) learned in their own pace and they were all older than me when they did. Meanwhile here he was, removing my training wheels without even asking me. I felt I wasn’t ready, that I couldn’t possibly do this, and I cried for my training wheels back.
Instead he yelled at me, told me stop crying, and said if I stopped with the “I can’t do this.” and focus on the task, I’d be able to do it.
I was mad, but I wiped my face and begrudgingly did as I was told. About thirty minutes later - I was riding a bike without training wheels.
Some people would probably disagree with how my dad handled the situation, but I remember him being proud of me when I finally did it, and I was very proud of myself, too. It became one of those moments in my childhood that I look back to and feel like I really learned something - other than riding a bike.