First, it was a birthday party at the roller skating rink, for which they were intimidated and worried. It didn’t help that it was packed with families, we had to fight for parking, and as we waited to find our birthday party there was a team of fire fighters rolling a teenage girl out on a stretcher and another young girl with ice on her head. I can’t say I was too excited for my kids to jump into this environment after witnessing our first 2 minutes of injuries.
We found our birthday party, then put our skates on. My kids couldn’t stand up and looked like young fawns learning to walk. I was trying to stop myself from laughing out loud while helping them keep their composure at the same time. My arms were sore for days. Plus, I was no expert myself, bent over and awkward, pulling from my ’80’s disco roller skating muscle memory. We were quite the site that day.
After about 20 minutes of falling with every 3rd step, each of the kids got the hang of it and let go of me and the wall. By the end of the 2 hour session, they were both going laps without falling. Now, several weeks later, with our own rollerblades now, and they are joining the “speed skating” competition and doing laps around me.
Jake is now on the Roller Hockey Team for Kindergarten-2nd Graders, and Elizabeth wants to start in the Fall.
What’s great about roller skating, is that the kids are so worn out afterwards, that it’s a guaranteed break for me when we get home. Or, more honestly, a sure nap for all of us when we get home. Also, unfortunately, it’s also a sure thing for my son to have blisters.