
Last weekend, Danny and I went to the skating rink in Ukiah for one of his preschool buddies birthday party. I was a little reluctant at first because my little man is not quite three years old yet and did not know how well the whole skating thing would go over.
I was not only thinking about his well-being but mine as well since I have witnessed the breaking of limbs in the handful of times I have ever been to this skating rink. The first time was back in High School when our region's FFA chapter had a Christmas party there. (Yeah, I know we were so bad-ass.) Anyway, we were there about 15 minutes when some kid crashed right into some Christmas decorations set up in the middle of the rink and broke his ankle or something. The other incident was this past summer when I chaperoned a bunch of kids from CTTP's youth activities program. The day was uneventful right up to the end of the day when, during a race between all the adults, one of the grandmas of this group took a dive and broke her wrist.

On to this weekend. So, we show up at the rink only to find that there were four birthday parties being held that day, and all at the same time. Yikes! You can only imagine the isanity and madness that was taking place.
Danny was not at all interested in putting skates on at that point in time, so for the first hour or so, we played video games, played pool, and watched all the skaters from the sidelines. Danny got a big kick out of seeing everyone biff it. 
Hmmm. Wonder what the mystery stain is there on the wall. I don't recall seeing it there erlier. Anyway, after 2 hours of watching everyone else skate around, Danny finally got the courage to lace up.He had the biggest smile on his face and went right out there on the floor without me, not even looking back.
He was so brave and independant, my heart was swelling with pride as I watched him venture out on his own.
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