last week my girl was invited to an ice skating party.she was super excited. she had never been ice skating before, but she considered herself experienced because of all the ice skating she had done in her socks on the kitchen floor. so we suited her up in her snow overalls and jacket, got real ice skates on her and she was off. i was a total nervous wreck because i hate ice skating. when i was my girls age i went ice skating and had a bad experience and decided i hated it. so these were my fears: first, i couldn't be out there with her because i had my little fella with me. (like i would've done her any good out there anyway). second, i kept thinking she was going to fall and knock out her new two front teeth. third, i thought she was going to fall and someone would skate over her fingers. last, i thought she would end up out in the middle, flat on her back with the little walker thing they give beginners, caging her in because it was too slippery she couldn't get back up. (yes, the last thing is my bad experience and the reason i have never been ice skating again). but, you know what my girl is not me. she doesn't have all the same fears i do. she actually doesn't know what she can't do because the mister and i have always encouraged her to do things. we've never told her not to do something because it's hard, or she probably won't
like something because we think she won't. we let her try. we let her have her own experiences, and then she decides if it's too hard or whether or not she likes it.
and guess what folks, she likes it!
here's how it went...
first time on the ice
way to go my girl, you make mama so proud!