Look, Ma, No Training Wheels!

I love days like these. My boy is aglow with pride in his accomplishment. I was able to grab my Blackberry for a quick video. Watch and enjoy.
A poem written by an 11-y-o girl with special needs captures the right feeling.

Learning to Ride — A Poem About Bike Riding
By Jessica

Unconquerable, undefeated, and proud
The wheels turning,
People whizzing past my face,
I wanted to learn
I wanted to ride
But I just couldn’t

My pink bike with “balance wheels”
People laughing,
As I felt hurt down deep within

I tried and tried but fell
It was frustrating
But I got back up again and tried again and again

Finally, the pink bike — the “balance wheels” gone forever
I felt like a mighty king at the top of a mountain,
Who was now unconquerable, undefeated, and proud.