This worked brilliantly. We took my son out to the baseball diamond where he played and off went the "trainers". It was explained in great detail the skill involved in falling off of a bike. My husband being such a dare devil as a kid must have given my son the confidence in his first hand knowledge of falling off a bike. My son had heard enough stories.
There he was...falling and falling off his bike. He was laughing all the while too. I couldn't have been more proud of how well my kid could fall off his bike. That kid could fall. (Chip off the ol' block)
It wasn't long before he felt like he wanted to try and peddle on his own. With full command of his bike and his new found appreciation for "falling well" he got on that bike. He had such a different confidence about him when he climbed on his bike on his own. It's not easy for me as a Mom to watch those kind of moments. I tend to be a teeth nasher. I'll be darned if my son didn't take right off on that thing. Off he went...whizzing right by me. Such a joyful laughter came from him.
What a simple concept this "learning to fall well" I thought to myself. Truth be told my husband has learned the hard way how "not to fall". His childhood friends' mothers no doubt still have night mirrors of his "learning to fall" concepts.
It's child's play, this falling bit. It's just not funny when we're older and each time we "fall" it seems harder to get back up. I say, just lay there a while. Roll around even. Plan your next move before you even take to your feet. Take the fear out of your next step before you even take it. I'm sure it helps if you have some super hero music playing in the back of your mind like my husband had.
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