That long awaited day has finally come to pass. Sweet Boy#2 once again removed his training wheels and once again after 1/2 a circle around the sports court decided that he wanted them back on. “No”, I said. “We will try some more.” And although half crippled by fear, this time I let go of the bike…and he kept riding. He is 4 1/2 and I am so very proud of him. I think I was 7 before my training wheels came off. He is pretty wobbly but just keeps popping up after each crash and can even start on his own without a push. And so the growing up begins. Am I ready…I’m not so sure.