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Nothing Comes Easy

Nathan got a "big boy" bike for Christmas. 
He's five so it seemed fitting. But in our world age doesn't mean anything.
 

He's five and just got potty trained a few months ago. 

He's five and still can't talk.

He's five and is still learning how to dress himself.

So being five really doesn't matter.

He was outside today on his bike. He loves it. He gets on it like a big boy and tries so hard, but he can't ride it. He doesn't understand the concept of pedaling. So his dad pushes him along pushing his feet as they go.

I stood in the window watching with tears in my eyes. 

On one hand they are tears of utter joy that my son is out there trying to ride his bike.

But...on the other hand my tears are of such sadness that everything he does is so extra hard for him. 

It tears me apart.

I know he will get it. I know he won't give up...we won't give up.

We will celebrate the milestone extra hard when he's riding a long all on his own. And just let him enjoy being pushed by his dad for a while longer.

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  1. Yes. I feel this so deeply. So many moments have two sides, and we try so hard to choose the “happy.” ♥️

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