A friend of ours has neighbors who just opened a skating rink here in town, and would we like to join him for a skating and pizza party? It’s one of those things that didn’t fit in our schedule, but I made it work. Yes, we would love to.
While husband took the older kids to piano, I took the younger two to Starlight Skatorium. After visiting with our dear friend, I spent what seemed like 20 minutes getting skates on the two restless ones and then crammed my feet into skates, too.
Oh. My. Goodness.
My six-year-old took off onto the rink, straight out into the flow of traffic, and then turned to move against the flow! It was painful to watch, and I gave thanks that the place wasn’t busy, being a Wednesday night. I couldn’t yell at him over the loud music — not that he would have listened to me anyway. He crawled part of the way to the middle of the rink. I just had to wish him luck as I turned my attention to my three-year-old whom I was holding up on skates. We made it a sixth of the way around the rink (basically to the next exit opportunity) before she was done. I have to admit I was grateful because I wasn’t sure my core and arms could have made it all the way, either! While taking off her skates, my 6yo reappeared and informed me he was done, too.
Are you sure?
Skates off, it was time for Sprite and pizza, a double treat. I had yet to make it around the rink myself. Would I even be able to do it, or would I end up busting my butt? The older kids arrived after lessons, ready to don their skates. Of course now the younger two were ready again. Another 20 minute venture. Fortunately, I had just kept my skates on.
I suppose I fully embraced the craziness of it all. Now I had four kids on skates. I let them drink soda and have carry-out pizza for dinner. Hubby had another appointment, so I was skating solo. Could I have done this even with one child eight years ago? Probably not.
I realize that to some, I probably seemed like the 6yo jumping out into the middle of the rink, full of adventure, a devil-may-care attitude . . . sheer audacity. With the two older kids warming up to making it all the way around the rink and the other two using the skate-helpers to roll down an entrance ramp, I finally got to make a couple of rounds myself, totally recalling memories of my younger days. Skating to loud music, disco lights, hokey-pokey, and 50s dress-up contests. Good times (even though one time cost me a front tooth!). Sometimes we just have to let go and enjoy the moment for what it is, trusting that all is well.
I hope our audacity continues to enrich our lives.