Friday, June 05, 2015

Riding Bikes!

Do you remember the exhilaration you felt when you finally learned to ride a bicycle all by yourself?

Think back to that moment…

You are riding along with mom running behind you, holding onto the back of the seat like she’s done so many times before.

“Pedal faster!” mom urges.
“Don’t let me go!” you shout.
“I won’t,” she lies.

You tighten your grip on the handlebars, lean forward and pump your legs as fast as you can as you sail down the sidewalk. But, wait! Something’s wrong.

Wobble.
Wobble, wobble.
Wobble.

You look back, but mom is no longer behind you.

Where did she go!?!?
Oh, no!
Mom!

After a few terrifying moments, you realize that you’re still upright. Shaky and unsteady, but you’re doing it. You’re riding a bike!

I think much of life is like this. We start out with guidance and support from someone we trust. As we start to grasp the concept of what we’re doing, our teacher steps back. We falter and doubt our ability to go it alone. There’s only time for a quick glance back for reassurance, because we’re moving forward. There’s no turning back now.

We fix our eyes on what’s ahead of us, lean into the challenge and focus our efforts.

There’s nowhere to go but forward or down at this point.


And down is not an option.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

From the safety of my bed

I'm snuggled in bed in my jammies, freshly showered, wrapped in blankets, head on one pillow, arms hugging another, fan blowing gently, thunderstorms rolling from the cd player, soft shushing of Jack's cpap machine, his warm body inches from me, our legs touching, his rhythmic breathing...

The only thing in between me and a good night's sleep is the phone in my hand that gives me access to the Internet.

And What Happened Yesterday.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Nascar

Another awesome video by (drum roll, please) . . . Mr. Jack Alan Hignite!!!!

For you, Dad.


Tuesday, May 12, 2009

To: Mom & Dad, With Love

Mom and Dad, this one's for you. I love you. Jack.

Saturday, May 09, 2009

Coming Home, by Jack Hignite

What my husband wants to do right now, more than anything in the world...