
This past weekend, something amazing happened. G learned how to ride a bicycle. I think that was the proudest I've EVER been of him. In fact I even started tearing up as I was thinking about it before my nap.
You may be saying to yourself, "WTF Old Man?!? ANYONE can learn to ride a bike. You basically have to be retarded not to be able to ride. How is that one of your proudest moments?"

And then I got to thinking, "yeah... why is it that I feel this way?" and then I got a flash back to when G was born and I thought, "Koreans have awesome eye-had coordination (see child sweatshops, Starcraft, Andrew Song, women golfers, archery gold medals, etc). There's no reason he can't be next Tiger Woods." Sadly as the years went by it became painfully obvious to me that the boy was not going to be a golf prodigy. No academic prodigy (later post). No music prodigy. No prodigy at all. I know of no kid who likes to "race" as much as he does and always comes in last. It was so embarrassing when he would challenge his friends to a race, and then halfway through the race, as he was choking on his opponents' dust, he would miraculously have a cramp or his shoe laces would become untied and thus would have to stop the race. Mrs. Fly and I still get migraines because of all the facepalms.


I guess G's other big lifetime achievement was learning to swim. When he was 4, we sent him to a 7 week summer day camp that had swimming twice a day. Surely, he would learn to swim by the end of the summer. The summer came and went, and he still couldn't swim. #?!@?!% So we sent him to the same camp again the following year, and he learned to swim. But by then it was pretty anti-climactic, since the summer before we were expecting him to walk through the door any day saying he could swim. When he finally told us a year+ later, we still acted like he discovered the cure for cancer - I am a professional poker player after all - but no tears of pride.

I was hopeful he could learn how to ride a bike quickly. It was pretty embarrassing that he was still riding with training wheels. It seems that here in Texas, kids get into sports at an earlier age than in the Northeast. He even has two sibling friends his age who are riding dirt bikes - you know the ones with motors on them. G's pretty good on the Razer kick scooter, so I knew he had pretty good balance. But I wanted to get him riding before the spring. I think his friends gave him a pass on the training wheels because it was his first year here, but I don't know if they would be so kind after year 1. We recently had a week of 75+ degree weather (looove Texas winters), so we went outside. It only took a few minutes of holding the bike as he pedaled. and the magic happened.
When you grow up in the "type A" NYC metro area and in an Asian household, overachievement is expected. Prodigy schmodigy. As I always say to Mrs. Fly, lots of things are overrated (Ivy League schools, being a lawyer/doctor/professional, having a nice car, etc), but happiness always seems to be underrated. G is happy. We're happy. I wouldn't trade him for any other kid in the world. Call me a simpleton for being so happy about my kid learning to ride a bike, but life's all about taking the time to enjoy the the simple things.