| A. It was the fourth time she had crashed (碰撞) that day. B. I ran behind the bicycle, holding it by the back of her seat. C. Later that evening, I heard my daughter shout loudly for me. D. I watched from the kitchen window as she fell time after time. E. There'll be many times when my daughter will need me to simply let go. |
It was nearly dinnertime when my 5-year-old daughter rushed into the house. Tears rolled down as she held out two hurt arms. I told her that children of her age usually rode with training wheels. She refused my advice and as soon as the bandages (绷带) were stuck on her arms, she headed back out the door.
I wanted to run out there and make her stop, but I couldn't. I would have to let go.
After all, she had agreed to wear her brother's helmet and knee pads (护膝).
Finally, I couldn't stand and went outside to see if I could help. She shouted back at me, "Mommy, I got it. Let go!" I remembered when I first learned to ride a two—wheeler at her age. I remembered how I knew I could do it if I just kept trying. Suddenly I understood why she would never give up.
I rushed outside and saw that she was riding down the driveway with both her hands held high in the air. "Look, Mom, no hands!" she said, laughing as she rode by.
Although it won't be easy, I'll always remember how she taught me that sometimes "no hands" is best.
