I forgot how many milestones are in a 7 year old's life.
There can be one every week at this age.
Riding a bike with no hands is no small milestone

I forgot how much my dad didn't encourage me,or praise me.
I can't and don't blame him as he was a product of the depression.
What he did give me was work ethic. That was more important to his generation than anything else.
It meant survival,food on the table, and a roof over your head
I am trying , with some success, to get a balanced mixture.
Encouragement balanced with enough of a challenge to drive him forward.
Love balanced with enough sterness to teach respect.
And in the end giving him the security to know I'll always be there and proud as long as he gives his best.