I don't remember learning to ride a bike. I am sure if you asked my dad he could relay the story in vivid detail. I do remember the freedom to fly.
Recently, we have been working with the boys on riding. Logan has had a bike for a couple years, but Cole has been captured by the scooter and his skateboards, until now. It's like a flip switched inside him, and all he wants to do is ride.
Having no flat surface, he has had to learn off-road on the hill in front of the house. Places that training wheels are not made to go, so they broke off. At least the grass is soft, somewhat. Cole's obsession is to get to the point he can do tricks. He stands on the crossbar, holds up a wheelie...with the kick stand down. Getting him to understand we have to get the whole pedaling while balancing thing down first, good luck.
Falling off the bike is not a lot of fun. One moment you are zipping along, wind in your hair, the next you are sprawled akimbo, hand through spokes, foot stuck in the chain, blood coming from... Sometimes life seems like learning to ride a bike, again and again. It's almost cliche to say you have to get right back on, because sometimes, it's just not that easy.
I find myself at one of those points in life. Figuring out what the future holds. Trying to find my bike to ride. After college I did counseling and teaching for a couple years. Then management and training with Citigroup. Then I went into ministry. Those that have been reading a while know that a couple months ago, I left the church I was at, to come home to my family, when our house did not sell. So now I find myself figuring out what is next...is our house going to sell? am I going to find a full time job in the near future? will it be one where I can feel that freedom to fly again?
I guess only God knows, at this point. Patience is tough, but I guess you have to figure out the whole pedaling and balance thing before you can do tricks.