So my kid is 9 and can't ride a bike. It's time for the bike safety rodeo in Cub Scouts. I gave in and bought a bike.
He was happy. For 3 1/2 minutes. Then, I tried to teach him to ride a bike. This was a bad idea. I should not be allowed to teach anyone anything ever. I should be hired to give encouragement in hostage situations. All the bad guys would kill themselves immediately. So I gave him some helpful pointers that did nothing to facilitate bike riding. Then I got mad because he wasn't implementing my useless suggestions. Then he started crying because I gave him some more helpful pointers on some personality defects of his and ordered him to fix them immediately.
He did not learn to ride the bike. There were tears and yelling.
Fast forward 28 minutes. Kid is at pack meeting where I have informed his leader he can't ride the bike. I look out my living room window and what do I see? My kid. Riding a bike.
Well who'd a thunk it? Telling him everyone falls and not to be such a baby weren't the key to success. Shocking.
Man, I hope my kids survive me. They are so cool. Sam is riding by smiling from ear to ear but he's going to remember that his mom was big stupid jerk and made him cry when he was afraid of riding his bike.
Looks like we're having humble pie for dinner again.
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4 comments:
Lol who needs a college fund...I think the therapy fund is much more important!
Oh Honey, it isn't teaching him how to "do" things that is important. It is letting your kids know that you love them. And teaching them where to find the things that aren't easy for you to give them. And facilitating their learning (he wouldn't know how to ride a bike if you hadn't bought him one). Every mom has things they don't do well, but they also have things that they do AMAZING, and that no one else could do for their kids. But it does suck when you can't do/be everything for them like you want to. :-)
You're not looking at this with the right perspective. You are teaching your kid. You're teaching him to trust his leaders and they will lead him to much fun. Moms are great for kissing boo-boos and telling you things that are just plain dumb--until you turn about 25 or so, then you remember it as the wisest counsel ever.
Plus, now when he falls off in front of his friends, he can blame his mother.
Uh, I'm supposed to kiss boo boo's? What's wrong with "run cold water on it"?
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