One of Parker's favorite things to do is ride bikes. That is, to ride bikes recklessly. Like most 3 year olds, this child has no fear. He peddles like crazy up narrow sidewalks and flies down ramps. He maneuvers his tricycle under bleachers and around concrete posts all the while laughing with pure glee.
Yup, my child is an adrenaline junky and all I can do is keep a watchful eye and cross all of my fingers and toes that he doesn't get hurt. For me, this is one of the hardest parts of parenting. Watching them navigate the world using less than perfect judgment as they figure out what's safe and what isn't. All you can do as parents is to supervise them carefully...and keep a First Aid Kit close by.
You'll notice that Parker (all 44 lbs. and 39 inches of him) is still riding the tricycle that my parents bought him when he was 2. That's because I'm a wimp and I'm not ready to buy him a bigger bike yet. You see, when you fall from a tricycle, the distance isn't that far, but from a big boy bike... Let's just say that I get night sweats thinking about Parker flying like a projectile when he hits a rock in the road or cuts the wheel too hard.
Even so, I know the day is coming soon when I need to suck it up and let him advance to the next level of danger. It's only a matter of time (months, really) before he outgrows the sturdy little tricycle. But for now, we're going to squeeze out all of it's usefulness before I need to make the jump from chamomile tea to Valium. This momma's nerves can only take so much.
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