Little People Can Make Mistakes

Earlier today we visited our local indoor ice rink. They let people skate for FREE! That price is perfect for the budget. It was Snowflake's 3rd time on ice skates. We don't go often because it throws me into a flare up which leaves me in enough pain to be home bound for a couple of days, or I have to take the pain meds I hate.

Today though we went. We made memories and exercised on the ice. It took 47 minutes but we made it around that rink 3 times! Last time out she hugged the side for 10 minutes and refused to move. Moving is progress. She even let go of the wall some and while holding my hand she tried to, "Push push glide. Push push glide."

After slipping on her tush my girl got back up and said, "That was ok. I made a mistake. It is ok to make mistakes cuz I'm little. I make lots of mistakes. But less than when I was 2. When I was 2 I made thousands!"

As we were getting ready to go she informed me, "Ice slipping is not my thing. I'd rather swim." Good to know. Swimming is better for her Mom as well.

Joy is being willing to give ourselves grace and being ok with making mistakes as long as we are learning and growing.

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