New things are fun! Over the weekend, we went ice skating for the first time in two years. Two years ago, we had a 9 year old, a 6 year old, a 3 year old, and a one year old. Only the older two truly skated. The 3 year old held on to a bucket most of the time. What a difference. Now, we have five children, and four of them skated! The buckets (shown in the picture) were still helpful, but everyone tried skating freely. Most of the time we were smiling. Most of the time we were laughing.
But new things are also hard–skating included Ankles were tired. Knees were sore. Patience grew thin, and confidence was bruised. We had to cheer for each other and encourage one another to get up again and again. We paused to warm our hands by the fire and hopped back on the ice. Some of us had a little more fun than others. But you know how I know that this was a good experience? Even the boy who had the hardest time was already asking when we will go again. That, my friends, is learning at its finest.
Whether you are eight or 108, learning new things is hard. You feel clumsy. You feel worn. But how dull would life be if you didn’t throw yourself out on the ice and glide? ~*Erica*~