Dear Pookah,
On Easter Sunday, you learned an important lesson. One that I’ve been trying to teach you for a while. One that in your stubbornness, you have refused to learn.
You learned to get back up and try again.
Easter Sunday was GLORIOUS. It was the perfect weather, and ideal for a trip to the park for a bike ride since you haven’t been on your bike since sometime in the fall. We loaded up the car…
And to the park we went. You had a little trouble getting started, and I went to help you, but your Daddy said no: Let you do it on your own. You flew under the tree lined lanes and I thought all was good.
But you fell.
Every instinct in me wanted to coddle you, say let’s go home, offer you ice cream, candy, a treat for FALLING. ( That look CDub is giving me explains his amusement with me).
You got your first scraped knee. Which really wasn’t that bad and honestly, I can’t understand how you have gone 7 , almost 8 years without one. You pouted, and wanted to go home. You may have even kicked the bike …
But finally, you got back on the bike.
And rode again.
Lesson learned…..
Love Mama