My daughter is almost 7-1/2 years old. I have been trying to get her on a bike for over two years now, with little success. Emma is a strong-willed kid with a lazy streak (she takes after me in that regard) - getting her to just let go and try something can be a real ordeal sometimes (she takes after her mother in that regard). I got her a 16"-wheeled bike w/training wheels year before last. She liked to toodle around on it a little, but flat-out refused to even try to learn how to ride independently.
This spring, I saw it would be pointless to continue with that bike. Not only was she blatantly using the training wheels as a crutch, the bike itself was far too small for her. So we went down to Performance last week and picked up a 20"-wheel Schwinn - no training wheels.
All week I told her: This weekend, we're going to practice riding. All week, her response was to pout, whine, and say she didn't care if she never learned to ride. This afternoon, I sat down with her and made a solemn, cross-my-heart "pinky promise" that I wouldn't let her fall, and that I wouldn't let go of the back of her seat until she was ready (I conveniently neglected to mention that I would be the one to define "ready").
So we're cruising along, and she's pedaling, and I'm running, and my hand's pressure on her seat is lessening and lessening until I've let go entirely and she's on her way!
My daughter knows how to ride a two-wheeler!
This spring, I saw it would be pointless to continue with that bike. Not only was she blatantly using the training wheels as a crutch, the bike itself was far too small for her. So we went down to Performance last week and picked up a 20"-wheel Schwinn - no training wheels.
All week I told her: This weekend, we're going to practice riding. All week, her response was to pout, whine, and say she didn't care if she never learned to ride. This afternoon, I sat down with her and made a solemn, cross-my-heart "pinky promise" that I wouldn't let her fall, and that I wouldn't let go of the back of her seat until she was ready (I conveniently neglected to mention that I would be the one to define "ready").
So we're cruising along, and she's pedaling, and I'm running, and my hand's pressure on her seat is lessening and lessening until I've let go entirely and she's on her way!
My daughter knows how to ride a two-wheeler!