As a working mom I always fear I will miss the big milestones in my offspring's lives. Like their first step, or their first word, or their first time to use glitter without prompting. You know. The really really big time, important stuff.
I have feared missing Middle Twerp learning to ride a bike. So I created a new rule - no bike riding unless I as present. It all was going fine until I the injustice of my rule spread throughout the neighborhood -- then the warriors wanted to come talk to Chief Country Girl.
The planned and strategized. I was putty in their hands. So I cried UNCLE UNCLE- Let the bike riding commence. And lo and behold - it happened. Right before my eyes --
You saw MT crash and burn? And now there ain't no way, no how....
My first born son was riding a bike. I heard Sunrise, Sunset play in the background and I started to get misty eyed and then.... Oh Lord. This was all because he was trying to pop a wheelie.