No Blood, No Deformities...You're Fine...Get Back On Your Bike

Teaching my girls how to ride a bike was one of those rites of passage as a father that I cherished.  I just did it in a style that drove my wife crazy.  Everytime my daughters fell off their bike, they would cry and my wife would immediately run over to them to ensure they were ok, as any good mother should.  For myself, I had a more stoic nature, yet was always close by to prevent them from peddling into the street.

When they fell off their bike and started crying, I would first check to see if they were bleeding or if there were any deformities (i.e., broken bones or dislocated joints). If there wasn't any, I would simply tell them to get back on their bike.  Once they saw me not concerned that they fell and that I wasn't in a hurried panic, they would get back on their bike and try again.  Most of the time when they fell, they were embarrassed or simply knowing that they fell caused a crying action, but once I averted their thoughts to get back up on their bike and that learning to ride a bike was fun, they would stop crying. If my memory serves me right, my daughters learned to ride a bike in half-day because they were able to get past their fear.