As their mother shared their triumph with me, I was taken back to those days of teaching my own children how to ride. The process begins with you holding the bike by the handle bars and seat and running along beside the bike as they learn to peddle. As their balance gets better, you are able to hold on to only the rear of the seat--just a little touch to help them stay upright on two wheels. Eventually you let go and as they are concentrating and pumping those legs so hard--they do not even realize it--they are off to the races.
This little darling decided to go for the vertical recently. It has been a process of helping her stand, holding those fingers, encouraging her, and giving a round of applause each time she bravely takes those steps. She is not to the point of consistently being upright-but that day is quickly approaching.
All three of the grands have experienced their share of falls while adding these new accomplishments to their repertories. They learned balance by continuing to try--and not allowing the pull to the horizontal to defeat them. It takes building core muscle and learning balance to defeat the laws of gravity. A little help and a lot of determination garnered the reward of success.
I recently posted about the courage we need to swim in the deep water where the beauty is found. This quote by Winston Churchill says it all. Try, try again and then try some more. Life is filled with opportunities--and unless we have the courage to take that first step--that initial leap-we will miss the thrill and beauty of the adventure. The boys could have spent the rest of their days with training wheels---but how much harder is it to peddle a bike with four wheels than two? Lucy could have spent the rest of her life crawling, but knees were not meant to be calloused and the scenery is much better when you are vertical.
What are we missing out on by allowing fear and hesitancy to control our lives? Every adventure I have experienced took almost every ounce of my courage to take that first step into the unknown. I have never regretted a one---and the best stories are always about the closest encounters with danger and the difficult paths leading to the conquest.
OH--and the sights I have seen by taking that step--that risk--that plunge into the unknown. The glory I would have missed had I not tried.