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I decided to take the girls to a free "give hockey a try" skate yesterday. Usually, I'm on the sidelines, helping the girls lace up and encourage as Daddy hops on skates to skate around with them. Yesterday was my day on the ice. Grandma and Grandpa participated in the sideline duty.
My daughters now attack the ice with no fear. Slip and slide and glide on the ice. A few falls, but no tears any more. We've learned to get right back up and try again. Falling is just a part of skating.
I awkwardly made my way onto the ice, joking with my girls that I would need assistance as they skated around me. I now understand why it's important to try new activities early on in life when fear has not fully taken over the brain. I managed to skate a little and stand around lots.
The girls skated, hit the pucks around, raced across the ice, hung onto the side boards popping up and down showing their smiles above the glass, tried to push each other around on the chair on the ice, and took frequent breaks off the ice to check in with Momma, Grandma and Grandpa.
I stayed on the ice for less than twenty minutes. My feet started to hurt.
And they didn't need me anymore. They are confident together.