Yesterday when my sister had called me, half the time she was yelling at her son to go slow in his cycle. She was constantly complaining how he is too fast with his cycle, especially now that he has properly learnt to do the pedaling correctly and doesn’t keep his foot on the ground. But he is not ready to learn how to brake in spite of her constant efforts. I told her that she should really chill out and relax. He is a kid and they learn at their own pace. If he is a little fast , its perfectly fine. Somethings just run in the family. We just can’t help it. (For the background story which involves a few of my bicycle memories, you should probably check out this post). She was like , yeah right. OK for you to say it but if he runs over some one else I would have to do the explanation. And then the yelling started again. I couldn’t help but smile. This kid, my nephew, wanted to do wheeling in his small cycle even when he was around 2. And with the size of the cycle all he could do was to lift it up and turn it around and slam it back on the ground. I can see it vividly how things are going to happen later once he gets his hand on a better cycle. (And aunts are known for spoiling their nieces and nephews 😉 ) I hope he learns to do all these stunts a little carefully without any harm to himself. A little bruise and some pain is OK according to me, without which we cannot learn anything at all. And that way he would also know his limit.
My sister wouldn’t know about getting hurt while learning something because she is one of those people who did not learn to cycle because the probability of getting hurt was too much. I have had my share of bruises and accidents but I have always been amazed by how my sister, when she was trying to learn to cycle or rather when we coerced her to learn, did not get even a single scratch on herself. Whenever there was a small hope that she was gonna fall down and get bruised, she would somehow push the vehicle down and stand and at the end, the vehicle is the one that got severely scratched everywhere. And after a few such scratches I refused to give her my cycle to learn. But now after all these years, she has at least learnt to drive a two-wheeler (geared vehicle) even without knowing how to do cycling and she managed to fall from the vehicle too. Not once but twice. Thank God she did not hurt herself. If my nephew is going to look up to someone to learn about cycling or driving and stuff and if he looks up to me or my brother (he has the highest chance because of the proximity), then my sister is gonna be worrying for a very long time in her life. My nephew likes to ride with my brother in his bike, especially when he is driving fast with all that wind in his face…really, some things are hereditary I say. And he loves cars and going for a ride especially long drives. He loves riding with me in my two wheeler because I go faster than his dad or mom. And that is what excites him (and 40-60 isn’t that bad especially in my home town where the traffic isn’t that worse). Now I am just waiting for my second niece who is as rowdy as my nephew to catch up to him. And with her father (my brother) as her example, there are some fun times ahead.