It was was at the roller rink and my son had been roller skating, well I think this was his second time. He was pretty tentative on the rink but after about the 7th time around the rink he was feeling confident, so we rolled six year old style, which is to have mommy hold one hand and hold the rail with other. This worked really well until he wanted me to push him in front of me so he could go faster.
You know, before you have kids, skidding across a poorly maintained wood floor on your knees in only your work pants to cushion the fall would make you scream in agony, demand an escort to your car and martini to calm your nerves, but when you're a mom and you hurt yourself in front of your kids, there is sudden calm stoicism that tells you "I may have just sawed my arm off, but I am so not crying in front of my kid. If I cry, he'll never want to go roller skating again." So, I gathered him in my arms and said "oh, it's ok, let's skate some more!" and then slowly limped around the rink, blood dripping down my leg.
Good times.
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