So this summer Olivia decided to give dance a break and try her hat at ice skating. I was fine with that idea, because truth be know, she was not the most graceful ballerina. Before you hate, understand. I am not saying she couldn't be a great ballerina, what I'm saying is that it didn't come naturally. It would have taken some work on her part and frankly I don't think she cared that much.
So fast forward now to ice skating lessons. Turns out you need some degree of grace in this sport as well. She started out in a class of 5-8 year olds. She was the youngest in the group. She was also the only 5 year old, the rest were 8. there is a huge difference in the motor skill ability of a 5 and 8 year old. So she tried her best for a few lessons and it was pretty sad. By about the third class her teachers moved her to the toddler class. I was devastated for her. Not because she was demoted, more so because I thought her ego would be highly bruised.
Turns out out her ego remained in tact and in fact she loved it. In fact after that class she asked me if she could go to that class every time. Not because it was any easier, no she still struggled. She liked it because she was the oldest and she could help. So every time one of these little toddlers fell, there came Liv to the rescue. So a skater she is not, but a helper she will always be. Love that girl.