I want to tell him to lower her seat, to let her push herself along on the ground without the pedals until eventually she can add them, to let her go.
I want to tell her that she will never learn to ride that bike with him holding her like that, that she needs to find her own balance, that it’s a singular journey that only she can power.
But I don’t.
They are learning these things together. And it is somehow beautiful.
