Jacob has finally gotten back on his bike, and he's in the swing full force. It's such a relief to me to see that his confidence with riding has returned, and he's even challenging himself more and more. He's been riding on Jennifer's long gravel driveway, which poses some new challenges- keeping his balance through all the bumps and rocks. The day before yesterday, he crashed pretty good on that gravel driveway and scraped his hands. He wiped his tears away, got right back on and kept going. Yesterday, he crashed again and skinned his knee, but again, got right back on.
Last night he was riding on our steep, hilly lawn with his cousins until the sun went down. He came into the house exhausted, but invigorated. He is so proud of himself that he now can ride on the grass, too.
Matt started out riding his bike in California - he became so proficient at BMXing that he was actually considered somewhat of a local celebrity in his little San Diego hometown. When he moved to Buffalo, he continued with it (as much as he could between rain drops and snow falls) and also became an avid mountain biker. When I met him, he was riding as often as physically possible and involved in races that took us all over New York State (this, in addition to working full time and going to school- the man was amazing). His favorite part about mountain biking were the steep downhill runs on skinny dirt trails over tree roots and rocks, and all the other obstacles that challenged him on the way down. My favorite part about it was how hot he looked in his riding attire. =)-
Jacob told me last night that his favorite part about riding his bike is speeding down the hill in our yard and navigating the bumps. Sound familiar?
When I was tucking Jacob into bed late last night, he said to me, "Daddy was with me when I was riding today." I said, "He was?" and he replied, "Yes - he was in my heart."
He most certainly was.