crash

Sebastian has been loving his bike lately- he lost his fear of speed and downhills, figured out how to get started on his own, and has been tearing around our block and the school track. He shrieks with glee and his face is alight with joy as he careens around corners and rings his bell madly. He wants to ride every afternoon and has asked to go out on a longer trip, on a rail trail.

And then today, disaster. He fell on our street, after successfully navigating the high speed downhill corner. His bike went up onto the curb and he pitched right over onto pavement. His screams were deafeningly loud as I sprinted toward him. Bloody nose, elbow scrapes, forehead bruise, and worst of all, this terrible cheek scrape. 

My poor boy. He was so sad for the rest of the day. His bike is all banged up and I fear his confidence and joy have taken a worse beating. Sigh.