This one is for Kuya G. Thank you!

It's not the easiest job being a stay-at-home parent. Like I've said before, it definitely "takes a village" to raise a child. And more often than not, that village consists of one parent or caregiver doing the heavy lifting. But with that comes the rewards of being there to witness the milestones. Though Mr. Fliz is an incredibly supportive and giving husband, he often is at work when I need him the most, like calming everyone when either of the kids are having major meltdowns and tantrums. But he also misses out on some of the kids' "firsts." Yesterday came one of those moments where I know Mr. Fliz would have wanted to be witness to another one of Micro's firsts'.

Micro has owned a tricycle since he was 14 months old. It was a gift from Lola because she cherished the excitement Micro got whenever he saw a bike on the street or on the sidewalk. So she thought it fit that he have one, though I kept telling her it would be another year at least til he could get on one. The bike was too big for him for quite some time, until recently. Micro enjoyed the bike, yet he had shown little interest in learning how to ride the tricycle properly. He would just use his feet to scoot around on the bike. This past weekend he spent a good amount of time with his Kuya G (only 9 years old). Kuya G was ever the patient and "doting" (yes, I'm using that word because he was 'doting') older cousin, pushing Micro around on an old tricycle at cousin Jilly's party. And Micro was having himself a grand ol' time on that tricycle. (Of course, if someone wanted to push my big bum around for a few hours, I'm all for it!)

Well, Micro enjoyed it so much, that yesterday he was requesting me to bring him outside and push his little tush around while he merrily sat on his tricycle. Of course, I was in no real mood to strap Micron on my back and push Micro around for an hour. However, I had promised my baby and I didn't want to let him down. So I figured that afternoon would be as good as any to teach him how to pedal and ride his tricycle. The way it should be. Lo and behold, my baby managed to pedal a few inches to a few feet in a matter of minutes. A natural athlete. Ahem. ;)

I was flabbergasted and giddy with excitement. The people walking along the sidewalk must have thought I was one of those "loony mamas." But c'mon, my little boy was pedaling, he was learning to ride his tricycle!! It was truly a joyous and momentous occasion. For both Micro and me. I was so incredibly proud of my son and only wished Mr. Fliz was there to celebrate and witness it with me.

I'm dedicating this post to my awesome nephew, that's right, you, "G" man, whose patience with pushing Micro around on a tricycle paid off. You rock and rule!

And Micro, Mommy and Daddy are so VERY PROUD of you. You didn't give up and kept trying til you got it down. We hope you continue to foster a love of the outdoors and know to never give up. One small step leads to mighty big things.