We finally had a warm-ish, sunny day today. I know — other parts of the country are still buried under snow, but this is the south. It’s not supposed to be this cold this long.
We also managed a bike ride at our favorite little haunt: Conestee Park. We took our favorite trail — White Tail Trail — and immediately had a problem: the Boy, jabbering away and not quite watching what was in the path ahead, hit a root which wrenched his handlebars out of his hands, causing a wreck with him lying on the ground in a bit of shock and the bike on top of him. He began sniffling and almost started crying, but I talked him down: “Deep breaths. Deep breaths. You’re okay. Deep breaths.” He calmed down almost immediately and was up for a reattempt of that trail that knocked him down.
That’s strength.