Lily got her first bike this weekend. I've never seen my daughter so happy and so full of independence. She found the perfect bike and pedaled around the store.
It was like watching a miracle unfold. I won't ever forget watching her legs move the pedals.
Up until Saturday, my beautiful six year old Lily could not ride a bike. She's been working on it in physical therapy and if I know my Lily, she's been working through the muscle and joint movements in her head--thinking through how the foot and ankle and knees and quads and hamstrings all work together to produce the perfect pedal.
Lily was diagnosed with a brain tumor at 14 months old. Following surgery to remove the tumor, Lily had to reteach herself to sit up, roll over, crawl, stand and cruise. She had extensive physical therapy to learn how to walk and finally did, at 3 1/2 years old. She ran, last Fall, for the first time, chasing a soccer ball and laughing. That was her first taste of freedom on her own two feet. And now, she can ride a bike--such a normal thing, such a miracle.