I am Canadian. I live in Ottawa, home of the longest skating rink in the world. We spend a large part of the year covered in snow and ice – and yet I have a 6 year old (and 3 year old) who can’t skate.
I grew up not knowing how to skate and I missed out on field trips, birthday parties and other outings. I know what it is like not to be able to skate, and yet my daughter hasn’t learned yet.
If there was blame, I’d take it. Other activities have taken a higher spot on the priority list. Soccer, swimming, and skiing were on the agenda last year. It left no time for organized skating lessons. I feel bad, but last year it was skiing. This year, finally, we’ve laced up and have taken to the ice. Bring on the hot chocolate!
Both kids have lessons at the same time on Saturday morning for the next 6 weeks. They won’t be attempting triple lutzes at the end, but they will have the basics.
Lesson number one was a success. Wes took to the ice and was standing on his own and then jumping within a few minutes. Sister was a little more cautious. She was pretty nervous from the get-go, but she powered through. That was all I asked. And within 10 minutes of taking off her skates, she was already talking non-stop about next week’s lesson.
Oh, and notice Wes’ gloves. Overnight, the kid decided that he wants to play hockey. If he gets his way, we may be spending more time at the rink than I ever imagined. Better buy myself some warm mittens!!