Glory Days

In an effort to revive my glory days--my glory days being those days when I shone on the roller skating rink, when I would simply and marvelously glide around the rink, my wheels spinning to the beat of Hip to be Square--I convinced my husband to accompany the kids and me to Homeschool Skate Day.

Much to my surprise, I was able to jump right back on the rink. Sort of like riding a bicycle, I guess. But unlike my glory days where I was free to go blazing through the disco lighting to the beat of Michael Jackson, I had 4 little ones with which to contend. I had to admire my boys--especially Michael--who, with dogged determination, taught themselves to skate. They fell, they got up; they fell, they got up; they fell, they got up. And they kept going until by the end of an hour or so, they were doing pretty well.


The girls were another story. Or, rather, Alex was another story. Audrey at least wanted to try. Plus, she's only 3! Audrey liked best when I would pick her up and skate her around the rink; I found out later, though, that this was against the rules, so that was the end of that. She was, however, by the end of our time there able to scoot around the carpeted room surrounding the rink. Baby steps. I think next time she might get it.

Alex tried once and gave up. It's a good thing she's smart because she'll make it one day on those smarts. But if she possesses an ounce of determination, it is determination NOT to keep trying at something. Some would call that stubborness. She even refused to admit whether or not she thought skating looked like fun. I told her next time she can bring a book.

As for Michael, I think he'll be adding "roller skates" to his letter to Santa this year. At least I'll have someone through whom I may re-live my Glory Days!