I am delighted that Robby has found a sport that he loves. He is excited before each lesson and begs to attend the practice sessions between classes. Watching him on the ice as he is concentrating on everything that the instructor says and deliberately practicing each skill, I can't help but smile. I'm becoming comfortable enough with him on the ice that I only mildly cringe each time he falls, and Scott is becoming better at resisting his impulse to run on the ice to help him. In some ways, I think we are all learning during his lessons!
has taken me awhile to get into the swing of being an ice mom, but I
think I finally have it down. There is a large box in our trunk which is
stocked with his skating gear (snowpants, gloves, helmet and skates) as
well as all of the layers required for bundling for Scott and me to
stay comfy while standing in a large freezer for an hour at a time.
Okay, comfortable might be an understatement, but the freezing
temperature is at least bearable.
Watching Robby during his
skating lessons is a highlight of my week. I love to see him listening
to his teacher and diligently practicing everything that was
demonstrated. He is so proud and enthusiastic with each skill he
While I enjoy his lessons, I have come to dread the
practice sessions. Because Robby is enrolled in the Learn to Skate
program, he is permitted to bring a partner onto the ice to help him
practice during designated times. While all of the other little novice
skaters are practicing with a parent at their side, Robby is by himself.
has never complained, but I know that he would love it if I were
skating with him. I realize that some amputees can ice skate, but I
suspect that most possessed the ability before their limb loss. I have
never been able to skate, and the prospect of attaching thin metal
blades to the bottom of my foot and prosthesis and attempting to
maneuver a slick surface is overwhelming. I can't imagine the various
ways I could injury myself during what would surely be a comical attempt
I'm sure I could learn how to skate. It has taken
time for me to realize that just because something is possible does
necessarily mean that it is a good idea. I'm still recovering from my
fall two months ago. Falling again and inflicting another serious injury
is not a risk I am willing to take at this point in my life.
of going into SuperWoman mode and mastering a skill out of a desire to
somehow prove myself, I have taken another approach. I sat down Robby
and explained that not skating with him made me sad. I wanted to
acknowledge the fact that he was the only child without a parent on the
ice, and I needed to make sure that he understood the reasons. Robby sat
quietly as I proceeded with my rehearsed speech.
I talked about
my fall and the impact of the injuries on both legs. We talked about
number of times that he falls and, although it is fun for him because
he's little, I'm getting old and it hurts to hit the ice. I ended by
telling him that, although I can do many things with him, this was one
activity that was too risky for me to try right now.
It was hard
admitting that I can't do everything, but I am trying to remain
positive. Although I am highly active, I do have limitations. Learning
to live within them and honoring safety is an important life lesson.