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Thursday, 15 January 2009
Following on yesterday's post... last night Rowan had her first ice skating lesson.

Now, I am a little resistant. I mean, yes, a Canadian girl needs to know how to skate. But around here skating is a gateway sport... it leads to harder stuff. Like HOCKEY. Having had my fill of arenas growing up I dread the crazy commitments required of hockey families. Before Rowan was born we agreed hockey was something we would not want to be involved in.

As I say this, Rowan is spinning around the hall with her stick raised over her head, crowing 'he shoots, he scores!' ~ which is an improvement on last winter's pronunciation of that~ 'cootchie sores!'.

Many of the girls play hockey here (and the boys, of course). It is *the* social activity/ sport outlet. Sort of unavoidable. At least if you want your child to grow up with a healthy Northern Ontario identity it is unavoidable.

So, we started skating lessons. After a few skating outings in the last week, Rowan was keen. Until she found out that she would have to give her real name. She balked.
"I'm Pup's Mom. I'm a dog."
"Well, they don't allow dogs on the ice, so let's pretend you are a girl for the hour."
"But my friend is a kitty cat and she skates."
"Well, I think they pretend she is a girl, too."
We arrive.
A mournful cry from the back seat:
"I don't WANT to skate if they don't let dogs skate!"
I can admire the sentiment and the need for inter-species justice, but we go anyway.
Halfway through the lesson, the little helper drags Rowan to the boards to meet me. The issue?
They don't know her name and all she will say is "woof".

Out of forty or so kids on the ice, one never rises to her feet on her own power. One is dragged about, slipping to the ground from the arms of one frustrated pre-teen after another. One remains staunchly a dog and not a skater.


Maybe we don't have to worry about hockey after all.
But we really should look into obedience classes.


Monica said...

Wonderful post! I'm dying laughing at the whole thing.

My dad just put my old double blades in the mail for Emma...he's from your neck of the woods...and his grandchildren *will* skate. ;) Now...where to find a rink in the PNW?

Anonymous said...

This is so cute. My youngest daughter is always a dog too...they play so sweetly...Thanks for making me laugh this morning, I needed it! :0)

Sue said...

When we still lived in Alberta, my husband made the kids an outdoor hockey rink and our youngest learned to skate there .The boys went out on the ice every day after school , even in the dark with the porch light on....
Learning to skate doesn't mean she has to get into hockey or figure skating....Just skating itself seems to be what the kids really love, right?

Unknown said...

I am so completely there with you... we have 2 coyotes here. Most of the time it's cute and enjoyable... but there are the rare occasions that I just think, "Really, does the imagination really need to be this good?" I guess it's a blessing, well that's what I tell myself when my kid's the one refusing to stand. LOL.

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