Dear Mimi (4 years and 8 months old)
yesterday i saw you at your first ice skating lesson and my belly hurt from laughing so hard. you and your peers all looked very cute in snow pants and helmets, arms flailing and little bodies falling all about. i was proud to see that you were the first kid to stand up from a sitting position on the ice and while others were falling down all over the place around you, i watched as you tenaciously held your footing even though you were ever so slowly gliding OUT of the teaching area, passing the orange cones and inching into the open skate area where adults were practicing their axles and double toe loops.
but you refused to lose your balance. knees bent, every inch of you tensed to hold your upright position, leaning forward with hands outstretched and determination in your face, you stayed standing. your teacher had to come and ferry you back to the rest of the group before someone triple salchowed right into you.
during the marching exercise, i loved how you tried so hard to march across that ice to get to the other side. while the other kids were marching with both feet and falling on their asses, you were ever cautious. you seemed very confident when moving your right foot, but that left foot was held firmly to the ground, helping you to keep your balance, but alas, moving just one foot only led to you spinning around in slow circles.
you never made it to the line that way.
but smart girl that you are, you noted this phenomena and tried to get that left foot moving. and of course the second you lifted that left foot, you fell back, arms spinning, hands grasping, but catching nothing but air and landed solidly on your bottom. but you got yourself right back up without a problem. and it was a good thing that you fell too because as you scooted to get up, you moved yourself that much closer to the other side. a few more falls and a few more scoots later, you crossed the line! you were very proud of yourself. of course i was too.
ozzy and i stood behind the glass partition that day and cheered for you, but i dont think you could hear us because of the wall and because it was pretty loud in there. but i was really proud of you for trying really hard and for not giving up. my heart was singing with pride for you, reverberating to some silent but powerful mama joy subwoofers.
yesterday i saw you at your first ice skating lesson and my belly hurt from laughing so hard. you and your peers all looked very cute in snow pants and helmets, arms flailing and little bodies falling all about. i was proud to see that you were the first kid to stand up from a sitting position on the ice and while others were falling down all over the place around you, i watched as you tenaciously held your footing even though you were ever so slowly gliding OUT of the teaching area, passing the orange cones and inching into the open skate area where adults were practicing their axles and double toe loops.
but you refused to lose your balance. knees bent, every inch of you tensed to hold your upright position, leaning forward with hands outstretched and determination in your face, you stayed standing. your teacher had to come and ferry you back to the rest of the group before someone triple salchowed right into you.
during the marching exercise, i loved how you tried so hard to march across that ice to get to the other side. while the other kids were marching with both feet and falling on their asses, you were ever cautious. you seemed very confident when moving your right foot, but that left foot was held firmly to the ground, helping you to keep your balance, but alas, moving just one foot only led to you spinning around in slow circles.
you never made it to the line that way.
but smart girl that you are, you noted this phenomena and tried to get that left foot moving. and of course the second you lifted that left foot, you fell back, arms spinning, hands grasping, but catching nothing but air and landed solidly on your bottom. but you got yourself right back up without a problem. and it was a good thing that you fell too because as you scooted to get up, you moved yourself that much closer to the other side. a few more falls and a few more scoots later, you crossed the line! you were very proud of yourself. of course i was too.
ozzy and i stood behind the glass partition that day and cheered for you, but i dont think you could hear us because of the wall and because it was pretty loud in there. but i was really proud of you for trying really hard and for not giving up. my heart was singing with pride for you, reverberating to some silent but powerful mama joy subwoofers.
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