the light just went on.

and in same ride she put it together with steering and pedaling. i was startled, baffled, joyous. She pedaled uphill, she stayed in cadence, she used her core. She steered along perpendicular sidewalks and called out white roads and black roads. She crossed-up her wheel at 0 mph and .4% grade and fishflopped out of the cockpit onto the blacktop, smacking the back of her head. The helmet left her with nothing but shat pants. The next night she both remembered and laughed about it, and did all the same better again. She called the streamers her bike’s ponytails. I carried it down the path into our neighborhood, wanting to walk it across the street after tiring of coaching. She called me out ‘dad we’re not walking on rocks!. Put down my bike!‘ She is very willful.

Is my appreciation of her maturation because it is on her bike, or is her maturation because of my appreciation on her bike?

2 good days in a row.