Qavah has grown so much that we needed to get her a new bike. It is something she has been thinking about out loud. Yesterday we found a great deal on a bike, brought it home, and put the training wheels on it. Then we stepped back and watched Qavah ride away. No matter how many times I've run behind the bike cheering my kids on, I do so with a bit of dread in the pit of my stomach. While they are very excited about it, I know that every child must learn that bikes tip over and sometimes you fall down and get hurt.
Qavah got to the end of the side drive and into the long grass. She lost control and flew off the bike landing on the lawn. Her helmet stayed securely in place as she hit the ground. She turned to look at us with a look of surprise. She got up, picked up her bike, and walked it back to the house. She passed me and said, "I think I'll just walk this bike back to the house, Mama." Qavah has another thing to learn. The same kind of courage it takes to get back on the bike and keep going is what she will need to get beyond failure of all kinds.
“Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow.”
Mary Anne Radmacher