Pedal Thomas, pedal!

You guys.....

I had one of those ear to ear grinning proud mama moments tonight.

We've been working on getting Thomas Trouble to ride a bike with training wheels since the snow melted.

It has been excruciatingly painful to watch him awkwardly try to pedal. I would actually cringe my whole body while watching, hoping and praying he'd get it.

We haven't been able to tell if he just doesn't have the coordination, strength or even interest. Up until this point, we've been lucky if we could get each foot to go forward.

Did I mention that we've even tried TWO new-to-us bikes? Yeah, we have. Same results.

Until tonight.

You guys, he did it. He pedaled all by himself. It was still painful to watch him get started and I do think it's a strength/coordination thing. But he did it. And I made a really big deal out of it.

I was proud.

But most importantly he was proud. He knew he did it.

We took him down the side street next to his house and he said "now I can ride my bike to go play with the kids!" and "can I ride this to school?"

It was just the right motivation he needed to night.

Internet, Thomas Trouble is growing up right before my very eyes.

Nobody told me what an oxymoron parenting is..........while I want him to pedal and I yelled "faster" to him tonight. Inside I'm wishing I could slow him down.