He's had 3 lessons so far. The first lesson I was proud because he was the only 3 year old not crying. He sat on the ice or crawled on his knees the entire 45 minutes. He never complained once that he knees were soaked and he was cold. He just kept trying. Bambi legged and all. Something to be proud of.
His second lesson, Grandma Val came to watch and help out with Charlie. Again, I was a proud mom. He improved a little and was even able to stand up without support on his own. He spent most of the time trying to find us and wave to us. He must love us that much and knew we would be watching him with love. Something to be proud of.
And then we had his third lesson. I went with the two boys on my own, lugging a hockey bag, diaper bag, 30 lb 19 month old and trying to hold Jack's hand- all at the same time- all while being 20 weeks pregnant. Exhausting to say the least. My heart was not in it that day as I was feeling nauseous and I was tired but I dragged my sorry butt there. And boy was I glad I did. Not only was Jack able to stand on the ice, he started walking without help and even skated a little!! MY BOY!!! It's amazing what a little bit of practice will do. Something to be proud of.
By no means is he the best one out there. Actually, I would be fibbing if I didn't say he was once of the worst- but he is one of the youngest. But that doesn't matter to me. His determination is what makes me proud. It's the fact that he TRIES. It's hard to see him fall but so wonderful to see him try to get right back up.
Yep, a proud rink Mom over here. I think I'm going to like this life :)
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