Well if you know my child you know thats a stupid question. Of course he wants to play hockey. So last week I enrolled him in his first semester of ice skating ... And he did great!
He went right onto the ice. Had a mini freak out once he realized ice is slippery and you can fall. He regrouped and got back on once daddy laced up and went on the ice with him. He did so great in fact he preferred to not use the ice walker (a cheat bar to hold that slides on the ice with you to learn to balance.)
There were a few tumbles but they worked on teaching him how to get up and he did fantastic. I was amazed how intently he paid attention to the instructors. They even took him to the penalty box to sit because all he would talk about was learning to skate to play hockey so he could sit in the penalty box.
When it was time to leave he cried. Like a lot. Like "Hey I'm being kidnapped" style screams. And cried for about 45 minutes after that. All day he asked when he gets to go back. His instructor said he did so well he will probably be in this class 2-3 classes more before he gets bumped to the next level class. That most kids don't even get on the ice till the second or third class.
Definitely a proud mama moment. Lord help me ... It's starting. Here we go!
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