Yes, balancing a full time job and being a mum is challenging, but not as difficult as hopping on one foot for a 4 years old. Have you ever seen a preschooler trying to stand on one foot? Hilarious! Now ask them to do that on ice skates and then move forward and you get my usual Sunday morning.
The twins started ice skating lessons in January. 12 lessons later they can skate forward, backward, rotate 360° and even bend all the way down to their feet and back up again whilst moving forward. I have seen many adults not being able to do that. Despite all of this, they did not pass their grading as they can’t skate forward while raising a foot… who put that as part of the level 1 test? I can barely do that and I’m a confident skater! Anyhow, let’s start from the beginning…
The first couple of lessons were very funny indeed. The boys were given a penguin to hang on to, but they still managed to fall a few times. We (the parents) learned quickly and by week 3 the boys were wearing waterproof trousers to protect them from the cold and wet ice. And good job they did because it was time to learn how to “stand up if you fall”, so they purposefully sat on the ice… and rarely managed to stand up again. Improvements were not visible!
Somehow though, 2 weeks later the instructor weaned them off the penguins and there they were… skating forward without aids. I was thrilled!
As life goes, the week after we hit a wall. T had been playing with daddy in a skating park and had fibre glass all over his gloves. (I did not know this at the time). Five minutes into his lesson he touched his lower back and started to hitch. The hitch got worse… quickly! He pulled his pants down and started to scream. The instructor swooped him off the ice and I took him home for a shower… no progress that day.
To make a long story short, by week 11 of 12 T was ready to pass his exam and move to level 2… or so we thought. Unfortunately in week 12 he didn’t manage to lift his foot of the ice (while skating!!) so he was sent back to level 1.
He was crying and was very upset, but a cuddle from mummy, a reassurance that he had been very good and most importantly a haribo brought the crying to a halt. He even stayed on for the public session and happily glided around on the ice.
On the other hand I am still annoyed a week later… but I am hiding it well, am I not?