Yesterday my five year old granddaughter learned to ride her bicycle without training wheels. My son sent me a video of her just tooling around their driveway. It was amazing. She was so excited, the look of pure joy and pride was priceless.
Her learning to ride and my reminiscing about the same, got me thinking about how sometimes life is like learning to ride a bike. Sometimes someone has to hold your hand, talking to you and getting you started. After awhile, you don't even realize that they aren't holding it anymore, you just take off and go, turn around to look and say "Look! I'm doing it!"...only to run into a tree. It's okay, though. You get up, dust off and try it again.
The pride and joy of knowing that you have learned or overcome something and the confidence and tenacity to get back up and try, try again is priceles and I am convinced that the earlier one learns that the better off the will be.