Good Day

In the words of Ice Cube, today was a good day. Yes I know….each day the Lord wakes me up is a good day, but today was an exceptional mommy day. I always get a kick out of the little things, like making my babies breakfast and taxiing them to and from school and extracurricular activities, but the milestones are really special. My daughter makes it hard because she seems to do everything ahead of schedule.

Last weekend my husband and I had a weekend getaway and left our precious little one’s with his parents in the country. With seven grandbabies, five under the age of six their house is well equipped. We don’t lug toys, books or toddler vehicles because they have plenty on their end. Well apparently granddaddy made the announcement “no new bikes, until you master riding without training wheels.” I’m not quite sure who his statement was directed towards, but I do know one little 4-year-old was determined to spend the week learning to ride without training wheels.

“Daddy, when we get home can you take off my training wheels,” Morgan asked. “Sure will,” he replied. But it was late and the sun had set long before we reached our driveway. “Daddy can you please take off my training wheels today so I can practice when I come home from school?” she asked the next morning. And sure enough he did. “Just promise me you will always wear your helmet because it can be very dangerous to ride without training wheels,” he adds. “ I promise,” she replied.

When I picked her up from school, my intent was to grab lunch and take her back to my office to get some work done. Upon my arrival, she comes out of the building with a wet paper towel to her mouth and a blood stained shirt. I am sure my face said it all as the teacher assistant quickly began to explain “Morgan lost a tooth,” she said. And then I saw it, her new smile, which now resembled that of the cutest jack-o-lantern on earth.

“Mommy, it came out and I didn’t even cry,” she said. She was so happy and I was happy for her. We decided a slice of cheese pizza would be soft enough to try and the tooth fairy was not prepared so a quick trip to the bank for gold plated silver dollars was definitely in order. When we got to my office she reminds me that she needs to practice and that I have to hurry and I do.

We make it home 60 minutes before dance class and she is determined that 30 minutes on her revised training wheel free bike will do. I remind her of her promise to wear a helmet and add knee pads and gloves for good measure. I hold on the back a few times while she mounts and I remind her that she will fall, but she will be okay and she will get up and try again. She looks at me and shakes her head in agreement.

And that my friends was the last time I had to help her mount her bike. Within minutes she is pushing herself off and riding up and down the driveway like she’s been doing it for years. I ask for permission to videotape her and she agrees. “How many more minutes before dance class,” she asks. I tell her she has 20 minutes to spare;  she laughs, dismounts and takes off her helmet and parks her bike. “Great she says, I guess that means I have time for some apple juice.”

Yes my dear she had time for apple juice, and I had just enough time to sit back and realize all the wonderful milestones she accomplished in just one day before I was dropping her off at her new season of ballet. Something tells me, she won’t slow down much and if I want to catch these moments I better grab some apple juice and go along for the ride.





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