This was the first time, ever, for J to be on ice skates. He spent most of the first lesson down on his bottom. Watching him fall repeatedly, my doubts began to arise.
Maybe, I shouldn't have let him sign up?
At the end of the lesson, I braced myself for the whining that would come as a result of all the injuries he would've earned from falling on the hard ice. I was not prepared for his enthusiastic remarks, "That was fun. When do I get to come back again?" I need to stop worrying. He's tough.


