After reporting weekly for gymnastics classes for more than two years, Rowan decided last month to call it a day on somersaults, trampolines and balance beams. Shortly thereafter, she led the resistance against dressing for ballet class.
Eager to refocus Rowan's energy on something new, my mom suggested ice skating. The fact that Rowan was seven months too young to participate in the only class that fit into our schedule was but a minor roadblock, circumvented with promises that what she lacked in age she would surely make up in enthusiasm. (If you know Rowan, you know such a promise was nothing more than a wish and a prayer.)
I'm pretty sure everyone was a little skeptical that the venture would end well.
But Rowan did not disappoint! On her first day, she literally couldn't wait to skate, leaving the carpet before the teacher was prepared to spot her. But her first solo skate was met with applause.
And the universal gesture for "Well, there you go!"