I have lots of Christmas Memories.
I should, too, because I've had about 29 of them.
Work with me.
When I was 5, I got my first bike.
A purple Huffy.
And those sparkly streamers on the grips.
The only thing I had to do was learn to ride this bad boy.
Enter my stepfather.
He would run behind me, holding me up as I
barely stayed upright.
"Are you there Tyler?"
I repeated my mantra while I wobbled along.
Every time, I would hear his panting reassurance "Yes."
"Are you there?"
Huff, huff, cough, huff, wheeze. "Yes"
And one day?
He was at the top of the hill.
I had done it!
And when I realized I had sailed down this path on my own,
I fell over.
But I knew I could do it.
Patience, perseverance, hard work, praise and satisfaction.
Life's lessons all wrapped up in a purple bicycle.
And that was the best gift.