We did that and got the girl to bring her bicycle along so that she could practise riding it.
The hubs and I took turns but I ended up getting frustrated.
Frustrated that her feet kept slipping off from the pedals. Frustrated that she kept looking down while trying to balance instead of looking straight ahead.
Less-than-encouraging words departed from my tongue and attacked her. In exasperation, she stopped in her tracks and screamed.
I have hurt her.
Oh, what an impatient mom I am. That was only her second time learning to ride the bicycle. What was I expecting? That she could get it in two attempts?
It’s time to do a bit of self-reflection.