A purpose on wheels

We did it again today.  Roller skating that is.  It hasn’t even been a week since we were last at the rink - 5 days to be exact! But, as the story goes, the obedient parent could do nothing but give in to the demands of his children, …… and I had no choice but to agree or run the risk of being tagged “Mommy Killjoy”.

So, off we went. 

I have to honestly say,.. it wasn’t like I was dragged helplessly and forced to be an unwilling participant.  As soon as we arrived at the rink, I couldn’t help but feel the excitement.  Inside,… I was secretly clapping my hands and jumping up-and-down.  I even lost track of why I was there,… and only realised when I noticed myself eagerly tying the laces of my skates while my children sat struggling with theirs next to me.  (Don’t ask me where hubby was.  He was probably in a corner eagerly getting his skates on too.)

Once we were on the rink, we lost sense of the world we knew.  In our minds, we were in a new world.  A world, where humans rolled on wheels.  Walking was not an option.  We joined the masses, going round and round.  Occasionally, the host would request that we change direction.  We did as we were told.  There were young ones.  There were matured ones.  All with that same expression on their face - an expression of determination,… a purpose.