Like Riding a Bike

My son, "The Boy," rode a bicycle for the first time today.

He is a bit late in this -- 10 years old -- but it's never been something he was particularly interested in. He received a new, bigger bike for his birthday this week, and at some urging, took it onto our street.

Within 5 minutes, he was riding. No training wheels. No Dad running along behind.

He explained it to me:

"See, before, I was thinking about how I was worried and afraid I'd fall. But I just told myself not to think of that, but to think about how much fun it would be if I could learn to ride it."

It's such a cliche ... but cliches become cliches for a reason.

I learn so much from my children.