Simon is determined that his little brother is going to learn to ride a pedal bike.
A couple of weeks ago he insisted that we get out his old pedal bike so Oliver could get started on learning. And after several days of him practically begging, I did get the bike out and reassemble it.
And then Simon insisted that we actually take it outside so that Oliver could practice. For FHE that night, that is exactly what we did. Micah wrangled Elsa, Simon cruised around on his bike, and Oliver and I struggled to get some momentum.
That was a couple of weeks ago, and this week Simon has become more and more frustrated that we haven’t given Oliver enough time to practice. (“He’s never going to learn how to do it if he doesn’t have a chance to practice!”) So this morning I took him out again while Elsa napped. (It’s absolutely impossible to be outside with her and do anything but follow her around to make sure she doesn’t wander off or put the entire city into her mouth.)
Oliver’s balance is great. He can pedal, slowly, but he loses focus easily. And by the time we had been up and down the block twice – with me hunched over saying “Pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal,” we were a little tired and thirsty.
As we were going in, I turned to Oliver, “Do you even want to learn to ride a pedal bike?”
Oh. Okay. So maybe we were a bit premature. And maybe I’ll have to explain to Simon even more than I already have that Oliver may just not be ready for it.
Having said that, I think he could do it. And although I’ve been somewhat against training wheels, I’m tempted to put them on the bike anyway, even though his balance is fine, just so he can see more clearly the connection between pedaling the bike and movement. It seems like it might be a worthwhile connection to make.