Ah. If there is any one of my kids who desires to be grown up with all her heart, it's my little Georgie. She gazes longingly at all the lovely ladies wearing heels, jewelry, and makeup. She asks how long it will be until she can drive. She wants to be a mommy and still thinks she has a baby in her tummy. She no longer wants to be called by her childhood nickname of Georgie. Kennedy is her name, and shame on me if I forget to call her that. She likes to eat all the spicy food that her daddy eats. She also wants to have a big bike, like all of her other siblings.
Keaton took the time to take off her training wheels, and when Kennedy was prepared with a helmet and tennis shoes (not to mention a sweater, in 90 degree heat) she was ready to go.
She struggled to get on, and couldn't balance herself even with us holding it. Keaton tried to push her and get her steady with a little speed, but Kennedy still fell to the side. That, and she wouldn't pedal, because she was so unsteady.
I tried helping her, but I knew she wasn't quite ready yet. She still relied completely on her training wheels. When I told her she still needed more time, she was beside herself with grief.
We made a compromise, and only put one training wheel back on. In a week, we'll switch sides. Hopefully this will help her with her goal, of riding a two-wheeler!