We made it through the first 10 weeks of the hockey season with no requests to skate. He was happy with the unknown. Then the truth came out. He wanted to be on the stick side. That is where REAL hockey is. Not that silly learning to skate. His friends were all there. That is where he wanted to be.
With a LOT of warning that he would not be on the stick side and hopes that he would change his mind I made the mistake of asking him this morning if he wanted to go. Just as I feared. He did!
So I begrudgingly took him and paid the registration fee and got him fitted with a helmet. (we still had most of his equipment from his last attempt) He went out on the ice and the instructors were impressed. Well, not impressed, but he could stand and move a touch without tears or falling. A feat few in his group could do. He was so proud of himself. He stayed out the entire practice and when asked if he would like to stay out for the second group he happily yelled "YES, I LOVE SKATING!!" Tears of