I'm not sure why I'm so amazed when my son accomplishes something that he's set his mind to do. His determination is one of his more prominent character traits. So when he told me in August that he wanted to ride a bike on two wheels, I supported him. "Sure, hon. Let me get the tools to take off the training wheels." I secretly wondered if his balance issues would keep him from being able to do it, but I certainly wasn't going to say that to him. The training wheels came off, the knees and elbows continued to get scraped bloody, but, by golly, he was going to do it.
I'm having one of those "my heart is going to explode 'cause I'm so proud of him" mommy moments.