One of my daughters experienced a childhood epiphany relating to freedom of movement and self determinism. She finally learned how to ride a bike. Her twin sister has been riding for over 3 years, but finally at the ripe old age of 7, she learned. The looks of concentration and discovery on her face as she picked the skill up was priceless. It was akin to taking her first step.
It was one of those episodes where you are sooooooooo glad to be a parent (plus she learned on my turf rather than her mother's ). This morning she was up and out of the door at 7:45 a.m. and as I sipped coffee on my porch she rode around the block.
What are some other childhood epiphanies? When these occur, how do you feel as a parent?