Saturday, December 6, 2008

I am a figure skater. I have been skating for over 30 years. I am a coach. I have coached skating for ten years. I am a writer. I have been writing in one form or another since I was eight. I am a wife. I have been married for four years to a wonderful man who is a true family man. I am a mom. I have been a step mom to my smart and handsome stepson for four years. I am a mom. I have been a mom for ten months to three beautiful babies.

The other day I skated with my adult skating friends (the over 21 crowd, not the kids on TV). I have been off the ice for one year, the longest I have ever been away from skating.

It felt so good to skate, feeling the cold air on my skin, spinning, gliding, and of course, falling (you're not a REAL skater unless you fall). I have no core strength left after having triplets. My middle is not the tight middle it used to be. I felt like Jell-o in skates. Nonetheless, I had so much fun! For a couple of hours I could forget about everything I am except being a skater. I had nowhere to be, no one to answer to, nothing to DO. I left feeling so invigorated. It was just what I needed after a few brutal nights of trying to get our babies to sleep in their cribs alone.

Staying at home alone with the babies all the time is the toughest job I have ever had. I love it, but it drains me like no other. If I think about going out alone, I miss them. I often do not realize what a vacuum I am in taking care of them and our home until I do leave.

I am happy. I am energetic. Enthusiasm is oozing from me today. So much so that it spilled out of my eyes in tears.

I came home from skating feeling like I had visited with an old friend that I haven’t seen for a long time. You know the one – every time you get together it’s like you never left each other. You pick up right where you left off, catch up quickly and get in synch. You are giggling together after a just a few minutes about old times, inside jokes and things you have in common. On the drive home I realized she was just person with whom I needed a visit. Me.

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