Last night was the little guy's first skating lesson. If you are thinking, "Wait, I thought her son was only three... and isn't it the middle of July?". You are echoing my original thoughts on the subject. Minnesotans, however, are of an entirely different mindset about this whole skating thing. I wanted to wait a little longer to enroll him, but hubby thought it would be a fun father-son activity. We purchased a used CCM helmet with a full face mask :!: and some second hand Bauer skates in the smallest size avaiable and then stuffed tissues in the toes. I really thought that dh was pushing the envelope, but realized that it didn't really matter because they would be spending time together.
Last night we arrived at the rink and there are a millions of little kids at the rink (and there is a rink on every corner). Apparently, skating by three is a normal developmental milestone here.
You may recall that our little guy is teeny tiny. Just to give you an idea, at almost three and a half he hasn't broke 30 pounds or three feet yet. Nonetheless, by the end of this course, he should know how to fall down properly, get up from a crouching position, and stand. Of course, every other kid who was born in this State is trying really hard to accomplish these skills while my kid is barking like a puppy in the crouching position before licking :!: his teacher. At first, I was a little tense just hoping that he would try a little harder. Because after all, our children's accomplishments and failures are direct testaments to our worth as parents. But then I realized that here is this kid who is having a fabulous time and doesn't give a hoot that every other kid is towering over him or what he looks like. Part of me wondered how I could have such a self-actualized son when I'm always so insecure about how I'm being perceived. Although at this early stage we are more likely to end up with the next San Diego Chicken rather than the next Wayne Gretzky, I think that we have realized that he is going to be just fine. He sure did have a fun time rolling around on the ice.
Kelly
Last night we arrived at the rink and there are a millions of little kids at the rink (and there is a rink on every corner). Apparently, skating by three is a normal developmental milestone here.
You may recall that our little guy is teeny tiny. Just to give you an idea, at almost three and a half he hasn't broke 30 pounds or three feet yet. Nonetheless, by the end of this course, he should know how to fall down properly, get up from a crouching position, and stand. Of course, every other kid who was born in this State is trying really hard to accomplish these skills while my kid is barking like a puppy in the crouching position before licking :!: his teacher. At first, I was a little tense just hoping that he would try a little harder. Because after all, our children's accomplishments and failures are direct testaments to our worth as parents. But then I realized that here is this kid who is having a fabulous time and doesn't give a hoot that every other kid is towering over him or what he looks like. Part of me wondered how I could have such a self-actualized son when I'm always so insecure about how I'm being perceived. Although at this early stage we are more likely to end up with the next San Diego Chicken rather than the next Wayne Gretzky, I think that we have realized that he is going to be just fine. He sure did have a fun time rolling around on the ice.
Kelly
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