Yesterday, Tucker ice skated for two hours. Half an hour class and then another hour and a half of all skate. I was pretty surprised because, for one, I wasn’t with him as I had Emilia and she needed to nap on me (she does like to sleep in a chilly room). And two, he never wants to skate that long. But Tucker made a friend, Ivy, and skated with her and her dad the whole time.
I sheepishly thanked the father asked if he was bothering them (because I KNOW how annoying kids can be when their parents aren’t hovering). Ivys Dad reported that they were having a great time, he’s never seen Ivy skate so fast and I have a very friendly and nice little boy. Who, he added, can also skate very well.
You might think that’s the milestone or that yesterday was his first time playing hockey. But really, the moment that stuck in my mind today was first thing this morning when Tucker crawled into bed and said his legs were hurt.
No buddy, they’re not hurt. They’re sore. Good work, # 45.
