I remember when I learned to ride a bike.
I was on my own.
No mum, no dad.
Just me, wheeling round my local estate.
Freewheeling, and then it just…’clicked’.
I was filled up with joy, elated.
I wanted to share it with someone.
But I was alone.
I never wanted this to happen to you though, son.
We’ve done it together, me and you.
In the park, on a bright sunny day.
Mummy and your sister are watching, over near the swings.
You are so happy, a huge smile spread across your face.
You’ve got it, it’s ‘clicked’ for you, like it did for me.
But you’re not alone.
We’ll remember this day for years to come.
And we’ll always be together.
Mr Mum: The 'joy' of a stay-at-home dad 
I love this! (I was alone when I learned how to ride a bike, too.)
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Yes, it made it…memorable…just in a different way to how most people remember it.
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Your son is lucky to have watchful you beside him. This will always be in his heart and for him to pass onto his own children in the future!
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Yes I hope I’m being a good role-model for him! thanks for the lovely comment.
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My pleasure 😊enjoy your Sunday riding a bike alongside your son 😃
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Lovely, lovely post. Thank you!
I’ve been wracking my brain – such as it is – about when I learned to ride a bike. I started boarding school when I was nine, and we moved when I was ten. I *think* I learned the summer after we settled in the new house, and it was most likely my mum who taught me. My dad fitted her old bike with blinkers, a bell, and saddlebags. That bike weighed a ton!
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I can’t remember how old I was either…I think I was around 8 or 9…I can remember the circumstances though, that will never leave me. It’s things like this that come back to you when your own children are going through it. I could have kept it to myself, but sometimes these things are best shared. Thanks for your lovely comment – As always!
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