Bright blue carpeted walls, neon carpets with the images of the solar system, a huge silver disco ball, and loud hip-hop music. Skate World.
Britton had a birthday party this afternoon and begged me to “upgrade” her brown rental skates to the hip roller blades. Apparently, even the ‘kindergardners skate in roller blades when I was in first grade”.
Bless her heart, not having been on the rink but twice in the past 1 year, balance was somewhat difficult for my firstborn. I held her hand while she wobbled, fell, and flew her arms around like a chicken trying to keep her balance. After several loops around Skate World’s rink, she felt confident enough to walk next to me, without holding my hand.
After several loops, she had worked up an appetite and headed for some birthday pizza and Coke- while listening to the Hokey Pokey music.
Then Ron the DJ (okay so Ron doesn’t still work at Skate World, but in this story his name is Ron) announced Racing for girls ages 10 and under.
I asked Britton, “Are you going to race B” thinking certainly the answer will be no. I mean, let’s face, the sweet girl can hardly get from Point A to Point B on her fancy purple Rollerblades. And let’s not even mention the brakes, which she can’t figure out.
“Yes Mommy, of course”.
She starts to slowly make her ways towards the back of the rink where ‘Girls 10 and Under’ are gathering behind the start line. I hold my breath hoping that she MAKES IT to the starting point before the pimply faced young boy blows his whistle altering the skaters to take off. Please God, let her at least GET there.
Luckily, the nice young Skate World worker saw Britton trying her best to get to the start line, and held the race until she arrived. Whew.
Off she goes.
Well, so the other girls took off. My sweet B and one other girl had a little more trouble getting their groove going. Her comrade quickly decided this race stuff wasn’t for her and went to the side to find her friends.
B, on the other hand, slowing but surely, one roller blade in front of the other, was making her way around the rink. She got about a quarter of the way around the rink when the winner was announced. She kept looking up at my to make sure I was watching. I did what any Mom would do and clapped and cheered her on from the sidelines.
Once again, the nice Skate World worker walked up to B and told her good job, that she could skate off the rink now. Unbeknownst to her, the winner was announced as she skated to me with huge blue shining eyes and I said, “Great job Britton. You did AWESOME and didn’t even fall down once!”.
Britton said, “I know! I did great and I was the ONLY one with Rollerblades too!”
Oh to have that confidence, I just love it!
So, I will stop the post here without mentioning our American Girl Doll moment that followed. It’s much prettier that way.