Elliot began riding a bike without his training wheels on Sunday and got the hang of it faster than I expected (well, he still has some trouble starting and stopping — is that important?).
I always imagined that teaching your kids to ride a bike was a seminal moment, but I didn't expect the rush of exhilaration. It's really like they're taking off right before your eyes. You realize that they suddenly have more freedom than ever before (as Elliot showed when he rode off and didn't stop until he crashed into a patio table), and it makes you scared and proud at the same time.
I suppose I'll experience something similar when he learns to drive a car — a thought that makes me hope we never leave New York City.