I’ve had the privilege of teaching a couple of youngsters to ride a bike, and will tell you one of the secrets: It involves trickery and deception. You see, as a kid, you feel reliant on the parent holding the bike steady and pushing it forward. I can remember my kids asking me if I was still holding on as I ran alongside them, panting to keep up. “Sure,” I would lie to them. Then I would shift to the truth: “You’re doing great, you can do this.” And soon, they were.
Beautiful memory of a wonderful Dad! In my early days of grief for my Dad, I used to remembet him and say to him, " Come along with me today." Kind of like that hand on the small of your back.
Beautiful memory of a wonderful Dad! In my early days of grief for my Dad, I used to remembet him and say to him, " Come along with me today." Kind of like that hand on the small of your back.