The BeltLine reminded me of this…

In case you’ve missed my over-the-top (bordering on humble-brag) dad content, I’m fully leaning into the cliché Atlanta dad lifestyle. The latest escapade: teaching my 4-year-old daughter, Leigh, how to ride her bike ON THE BELTLINE.

Every Monday and Friday at 8:15 a.m., we set out for a bike lesson. On Fridays, if the whining is minimal and the lessons go well, we celebrate with hot chocolate at Brash. The baristas know our names now, and Leigh and I make a big deal about the latte art floating on top of our drinks.

The reason we use the BeltLine is practical—it’s nearby and straight, so she can focus without too many turns. But the real joy has been the encouragement from strangers. Walkers, joggers, bike commuters, and other parents—people clap, cheer, and shout support.

“You’ve got this.”

 “You’re doing great.”

"Way to go Dad."

 “Keep it up.”

 “Yahoo!”

The interactions last only a second or two, but they’re almost non-stop.

It’s made me re-realize—at a time I really need to realize it—that people are good. Sometimes that goodness just needs a little nudge to come out.

Steve

P.S. Pro-tip for parents (courtesy of preschool friends): thread a towel under your kid’s arms. You can hold them up without breaking your back while they figure the biking thing out. Cute, effective, and highly recommended.