And by learning to fly, I mean learning to skateboard.
There’s not a lot (I feel) that would come closer to flying. Not the being a pilot kind.
Sure, there’s a Superman seat grab, but I am definitely not that badass and I value my life sooooo.
In all seriousness, I think it is a valuable skill for the kids to learn.
It teaches hand/eye/foot coordination. Body awareness. Spatial awareness.
It teaches you hard work and perseverance.
It teaches you that the most unassuming people can surprise you the most.
More that that, teaching Lola to skate, to me, is teaching her she can fucking rock it in a world where there might not be that many girls.
That she doesn’t have to do what other people think she should be doing in order to fit in.
It will teach them the sheer bliss of being completely exhausted from doing something you love.
Of feeling your body getting better at something until it just clicks.
Or maybe it won’t and it will take loads and loads of work because things that are worth it, generally, are hard work.
And I feel like I can’t teach them these things without doing it myself.
So I’m going to head into Popsgood Skate Store (not a sponsored post, just great service from a local business when I bought Dex’s board)and I’m going to get myself a Mother’s day present.
Because how can I teach them you gotta fall if you want to fly if I’m not willing to fall too?
But seriously, I’m fucking terrified of falling. Oh god.