Well, our two older kidlets started skating lessons tonight. For the first time. Ever. Only their third time on the ice. In their short little lifetimes. Their first time with real skates instead of the bob skates and their first time without Daddy. Yikes!
I have to confess, I had a moment of over-protective mom panic. I wasn’t worried about my kids falling or hurting themselves or anything. But, honestly, our kids were the worst skaters in each of their classes. Anna barely made it to her teacher on the ice and Noah spent more time falling or sitting then doing anything else. I felt so badly for them!! No parent wants to see their child fail and we certainly don’t enjoy watching them struggle. But sometimes, the struggle is necessary for them to really learn and grow.
And I am so proud of both of the kidlets! They both toughed it out (far better than I had expected!) and they kept getting back up and trying again and again. And again. And again… 🙂 I can’t believe how much improvement I saw over a one hour lesson! I think they’re going to love these lessons!!