Two bloody scooter accidents in one month and I kind of felt like we had to give up on the scooter for a while. Which was hard, because it's the way we were getting to school in the morning fast enough to not be too tempted to drive. Shmoogie rode in the stroller and Mr. P zoomed along on the scooter on the way there (uphill), and then the scooter went in the stroller and Shmoogie got on her glider bike, which had been precariously perched on the back of the stroller for the trip out, and we would trundle slowly down the hill home.
She's getting quite good at the glider bike now. Less trundling, more sailing.
And I am absolutely convinced of glider bikes as the method for learning to ride. I had training wheels myself and getting on an actual pedal bike was a painful experience. It really didn't feel like the training wheels had taught me anything except how to pedal, which I already knew from my tricycle and "big wheels", right?
With the glider, they get very sneaky very comfortable practice getting their balance. Four weeks ago, Shmoogie was so freaked out, she wouldn't even sit down. She just waddled very slowly, the bike awkwardly underneath her. Now, she'll get up some speed and put her feet on the little rest bars and glide for yards and yards.
It reminds me very much of when my dad was trying to teach me to drive a stick shift. I killed that poor engine soooo many times, no matter how much he exhorted, "Give it gas! Give it gas!" And then he decided maybe I should forget about the gas. He tested it out himself and found that, yes, it's possible to get the car in gear without any gas. Which means you're only focusing on one thing, that one tricky clutch pedal and trying to feel the point at which it engages with the transmission. What a relief!
I practiced starting in first gear on a very slight downhill with no gas. Then second gear, then first gear again, but on a slight UPhill... Finally, after proving I could get into second gear from a stop heading uphill with no gas, I was allowed to use the gas pedal.
Isolate the hardest thing and tackle that first.
Anyway, as of two days ago Shmoogie and Mr. P go so fast on the way home (now that he's riding his bike instead of the scooter) that I can't keep up with them even if I run and I was starting to get really worried. Also, angry.
Then, today, I realized it was probably time to try riding my own bike with them! Mind blown.