I have such fond memories of skating as a youngster every Sunday with my best friend. I don’t remember a time when I didn’t know how to skate. Thus, when I was giving Maggie a few pointers before we got to the rink, they mostly involved how to stop and how to slow down. I forgot about the whole getting on your feet and staying on your feet part.
My little girl’s determination is fierce. Ahem, I guess she comes by that naturally. I had to remember not to skate in front of her or she would hurry to catch up to me and fall. There was a lot of falling involved (for one of us.) (Thank goodness I didn’t fall. I’m old enough, I might not have gotten back up…) She looked so surprised the first few times. Then frustrated. Then the determination kicked in and she got herself up as fast as she could and kept going.
I asked many times if she wanted to rest, just to sit for a minute or two. (I might have been hoping for a chance to really skate, to see if I remembered how.) She never sat. Not once. She didn’t want to waste any of the skating time just sitting. Girl after my own heart.
She could barely make forward progress when they announced it was time for the limbo. I kid you not, she hobbled her way to the middle and took her place in line. She has no fear.
At the beginning, she told me she didn’t want to hold my hand because I was making her fall. So I let go. Fall. Fall. Fall. Then it dawned of her that I wasn’t the one making her fall. I held her hand a little, but once she started to get the hang, I let her go. I let her figure out her own path. And I watched her fall and get back up and keep going.
Why does everything have to be some huge analogy with me?
Did you grow up skating? Anyone want to go for a Girls Night Out at the skating rink? Would 30-somethings invading the rink totally freak out the teens that hang there? Do teens still hang at the rink?