One of my favorite photos from childhood is learning to ride a bike. My dad, who I lost at the all too soon age of 5, removed my training wheels & with a push I was off...and wrecking. He'd pick me up, dust me off. We'd begin time & time again with his racing along side the bike. I'd get balanced and he'd let go..... I WAS RIDING MY BIKE. Of course this often ended with crash! boom! or bang! There was great Independence in the moment, I was riding all by myself. I needed nothing to hold me up and no one to hold on to me while I was going.... I was INDEPENDENT...
And now it has come full circle. I have a little girl with a curl who has found her own independence ~ May she always have the confidence in herself, the courage to try and the ability to pick herself up and brush herself off... May she always find her independence.
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