A few weeks ago, we went to see some friends. We’ve been through a lot together – getting settled in a new country, being pregnant at the same time, moving to another country (again)…
The kids now all tend to disappear to play so it’s easy and fun (for all of us) to catch up.
This time, they suggested a roller disco. I’d never been, so I wasn’t sure what we were signing up for. It’s got to be easier than ice skating right?
For the first ten (it could’ve been 30) minutes I wondered what we’d done.
As my friend remarked, we didn’t know anyone could actually look like a cartoon character, with all four limbs going in different directions all of the time. Yet, my son pulled it off with ease.
My daughter wasn’t quite so animated but she was also having a tough time staying upright. Words of advice like “bend your knees’, “ keep your hands down”, “step, step, glide” weren’t having the desired (any) effect. This was obviously a situation where they had to learn by doing rather than benefitting from my previously gained wisdom on the process.
They fell down a lot! My son’s estimate was 200 times. That probably wasn’t too far off.
But I was proud of them. They kept getting up. And they kept trying (I’m also counting it a minor miracle that they didn’t injure anyone else in the process).
And when it came to the end, they both wanted to go round a few more laps.
Tough Mother 