Since 2009, when I began writing "Life on the Edge of Skating," the intent was to have it be from my perspective as a skating mother following the journey from the stands, imparting Yoda-like wisdom along the way and seasoning it with a large dose of humor. What it has always been about, however, is perspective.

Thus it is with skating - and with moving on. The "truth" is (at least for me) the transition from being a skating mom to being whatever-it-is I am now has been much simpler than I thought.
Don't misunderstand. I still love skating with a deep and abiding passion, it's just that my perspective has changed. Instead of looking from the inside out through frosted windows where everything has a fun house mirror effect, my perspective has broadened. I don't find myself automatically turning onto the road where the rink is when I'm driving past. As a matter of fact, I rarely think about it any more.
I rarely go to competitions, except for Nationals which is an annual (slightly dysfunctional) "family reunion" that I wouldn't miss for the world, unless other things in life get in the way.
I rarely go to competitions, except for Nationals which is an annual (slightly dysfunctional) "family reunion" that I wouldn't miss for the world, unless other things in life get in the way.
- I am still wearing the earrings my skater gave me when he was seven years old - the ones I said I would retire when he finished competing.
- I can't bear to pack away the years of costumes that still occupy too much space in a closet.
- I still watch YouTube videos.
- I still stand and cheer.
- I still occasionally cry.
- I am always and forever grateful and proud.
- I will always and forever be a skating mom.
- Every E ticket paid out provided a thrilling ride.
- Every friend I've made along the way has given me far more than I could ever give them.
- Everything that's happened has shaped us into the people we are
and the family we continue to be.
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