The Kid's elementary school had its annual ice skating party this past weekend. So there I was at the local ice rink, with sharp, foot-long blades on my feet, a less-than-ideal number of platelets circulating, and a glass of wine onboard. Also there were scads of quick-moving, unpredictable, unskilled kids with blades strapped to all their feet.
I took one shaky lap and called it an evening.
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Just hang in there kiddo. Love ya,
Mom
Have you hit a bump and tough time? Sure.
Have you reached your limit? Not even close!
When you're ready, "dig deep"!
love, love, love!
JP
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