It’s just like riding a bike

A few years ago I was at a function with a not-for-profit organisation whose committee I was on. A mum was telling me about how her daughter had just started riding a bike and how thrilling it was for her and the family. I asked how old she was and her mum replied, ‘sixteen’.

I think Oscar was about three at the time and it was just one of those conversations that act like a kick in the guts. I could not imagine how they had endured so long at pursuing such a goal.

And today, here I am.

This afternoon I watched my 12 year old son (finally) get his leg over a  bike.
I helped his physio secure his feet inside the pedal grips.
And I watched him push the pedals on that bike on his own for the first time ever.
In his life.

My eyes may have been a little moist.

He has always always wanted to ride a bike. We even bought him one years ago and watched as he tried so hard to work out how to pedal.
And watched as Felix just took off on his.
And watched that bike rust in the garage as the training wheels came off Felix’s.

There was not the muscle tone. The coordination. The flexibility through his ankles, particularly the left, to enable Oscar to ride a bike, no matter his volition.

This surgery has given Oscar the flexibility through the ankle joints to be able to pedal properly. I think being older, bigger and all the rehab he’s been doing have also contributed.

The bike is modified so the back wheel is a fixed wheel (or some such) which means the bike won’t glide along if he stops pedalling, it will just stop. I mean, on a level surface of course. It has training wheels and strap thingys on the pedals to keep his feet in place. It is not perfect and in fact his physio didn’t want him to have the one he tried out this afternoon, wanting to find a better one for him that we could take home. Next week.

Oh the tears.
Oh the refusing to
We are using this bike ‘just for this week’.

So today, my son, my Ogga boy started riding a bike.

And I’m just as proud as punch.


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  • Badger

    OH DUDE. Tears over here, too. My boy did not learn to ride a bike until he was TEN and that was only after years of occupational therapy to work on his dyspraxia.

    Go Oscar GO!!

  • Looking for Blue Sky

    Hey huge congrats to Oscar and his very proud Mammy! My aspie boy didn't start riding a bike till he was 7 and we had the rusty bike thing as well. Smiley (CP) uses a walker, not sure she would be safe on a bike as her sense of direction is a bit dodgy!

  • Paola

    This made me smile. No tears for me, just happiness thinking about your Ogga boy riding the bike.
    Ride on Oscar!

  • trash

    Oh silly, silly physio. There was never any chance your boy would be prepared to wait a WHOLE WEEK for the 'correct' bike. And quite frankly, who could blame him?

    Delighted to be able to share in your delight at this start of a whole new adventure.

  • Frogdancer

    That's awesome. In every sense of the word.
    How lovely!

  • Mary

    Oh the things we take for granted –

    so happy for Oscar – I bet that week won't go fast enough!

  • tulpen


    My son is 7, low tone, crappy coordination.. all that jazz… I haven't gotten him on a bike yet… but his three year old sister kicks butt at it.

  • Veronica

    Oh brilliant!

    We're buying Amy a bike for Christmas this year and I'm hoping to god she has the muscle tone and strength to ride it. Then again, I should be worrying about Isaac, who is more bendy that Amy. Kids!

  • Tania

    Wooooohoooooooo to getting to be a kid! Onward! (through moist-ish eyes).

  • Anonymous

    I'm swelling with pride on your behalf and chuffed for Ogga – nice work buddy!