A brother and sister

There are some things I just accept about Tyler. It's not that I limit him, I just accept he may never do certain things. I THOUGHT one of those things was riding a bike. He's had his own bike for many years. He's only been on it once. It was just too much risk in his eyes. However, this weekend, I guess he got tired of watching from the sidelines. He was careful and apprehensive at first. He wouldn't peddle...just sort of propelled himself slowly with his feet. He caught me watching once and beamed proudly. A little while later, my youngest princess burst in the door, "MOM, MOM....COME OUTSIDE!!!! Tyler is riding his bike!" I dashed outside and sure enough he was peddling down the middle of the street, pleased as punch. My oldest daughter saw the tears well up in my eyes. She came over and told me it was little bit who had taught him to ride. She patiently explained how he should peddle and advised that he should hold on and it wasn't scary at all. This shot right to my heart. My husband and I have always had a theory that little one was sent here especially for Ty. Saturday was an example of why we feel that way. Although they bicker like all brothers and sisters, Little sister can reach him when no one else can.