My son’s truelly first bike
My son’s truelly first bike is big, it´s done and in the middle of my living room. My son’s truelly first bike it’s not his first bike, it’s precisely the second, but now it’s for real. That’s why I feel like now it’s his truelly first bike. And it’s scary. My son’s truelly first bike makes me terrified.
Not because of the accidents that could happen wile he rides it, not because I thing it is to big for him yet, but because it looks like for trough. It has tires number 20, in our measures here in Brazil, and it looks like with it he’s going to get easily away from me. I look at it, there, in the middle of my living room as it is, and I see that this could be the very beginning of the distances he’s going to take from me so independently.
Of course that I’m worried about him falling while riding it, and I’m worried that he gets hurt because of a fall, but mostly I’m worried about what is going to happen to him after he gets far from me. I’m worried about everything that can happen to him that would make him feel hurt, I’m worried that he may fall apart. I’m worried of not being near when it happens, not to be able to hold him tied and tell him that things are going to be better. With tires like that, in his just (truelly) first bike, imagine where can he go, how distant and for how long. Tires number 20 for my five years old boy. Why? Why does he need it? Why did I bough it? Why the hell did he had to ask it for his birthday. I couldn’t deny it. Sure, for now I’m over reacting. It’s just a bike… for now… It’s a toy, it’s something that may even make us closer than we are. It’s a very good reason for all of us going together for a walk on a sunny Sunday. My son, me, his daddy and his brother, going out for an ice cream. As simple as it is. Just great.
Very soon after that, the classic scene of everybody together for the cause of learning how to ride the bike without the assistant wheels. Thank God. Thank God for moments like that. Please let it be many of them.
And for now I’m good, I mean, I’m still worried about lots of stuff that a mom usually worries about, but for now that’s ok. For that matter let the good moments come and let’s enjoy it the most. Wile we can, wile he doesn’t finds out that a bike it’s all it takes for him to start taking his own steps in to the world so big.
My son’s truelly first bike is big, it´s done and in the middle of my living room. My son’s truelly first bike it’s not his first bike, it’s precisely the second, but now it’s for real. That’s why I feel like now it’s his truelly first bike. And it’s scary. My son’s truelly first bike makes me terrified.
Not because of the accidents that could happen wile he rides it, not because I thing it is to big for him yet, but because it looks like for trough. It has tires number 20, in our measures here in Brazil, and it looks like with it he’s going to get easily away from me. I look at it, there, in the middle of my living room as it is, and I see that this could be the very beginning of the distances he’s going to take from me so independently.
Of course that I’m worried about him falling while riding it, and I’m worried that he gets hurt because of a fall, but mostly I’m worried about what is going to happen to him after he gets far from me. I’m worried about everything that can happen to him that would make him feel hurt, I’m worried that he may fall apart. I’m worried of not being near when it happens, not to be able to hold him tied and tell him that things are going to be better. With tires like that, in his just (truelly) first bike, imagine where can he go, how distant and for how long. Tires number 20 for my five years old boy. Why? Why does he need it? Why did I bough it? Why the hell did he had to ask it for his birthday. I couldn’t deny it. Sure, for now I’m over reacting. It’s just a bike… for now… It’s a toy, it’s something that may even make us closer than we are. It’s a very good reason for all of us going together for a walk on a sunny Sunday. My son, me, his daddy and his brother, going out for an ice cream. As simple as it is. Just great.
Very soon after that, the classic scene of everybody together for the cause of learning how to ride the bike without the assistant wheels. Thank God. Thank God for moments like that. Please let it be many of them.
And for now I’m good, I mean, I’m still worried about lots of stuff that a mom usually worries about, but for now that’s ok. For that matter let the good moments come and let’s enjoy it the most. Wile we can, wile he doesn’t finds out that a bike it’s all it takes for him to start taking his own steps in to the world so big.
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Pra variar, gostei dos últimos. Será coisa de pai coruja? Não, claro que não: são bons demais, mesmo. Continue.
Why in english?
Beijos,
Pai
iii ala... se empolgou! engrishsh?! buscando explorar novos mercados internacionalizar o seu produto besteirolesco?! .. gostei. mas em portugues fica melhor ... mais engraçado e com uma linguagem mais solta (talvez por ser seu idioma neh). bjo
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saudades ,beeijos
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