We went to watch Emma dance this morning at the half-time of a basketball game. The girls did really awesome considering they have only learned half of the dance which they will also be performing at their recital in April. Their CD kept skipping but it didn't phase them. They just kept right on dancing. They all looked so cute in their bright orange sequin costumes. It reminded me of my orange sequin wearing days at UT.
After the dancing, Emma had a birthday party at the skating rink to attend. It was just me and Emma since Leah went to Mimi's for the weekend and Jackson went to another basketball game with Josh. (There were some kids from Josh's youth group playing).
I decided to just sit and watch Emma skate with her friends as to not embarass her. As I sat there I kept thinking about my pre-teen years. I spent just about every Friday night at the skating rink. I had cool white roller skates with hot pink wheels. My parents would drop me off at the rink where I would skate and dance the night away with friends.
After reminiscing awhile, I couldn't stand it. I went up to the skate counter and asked for some size 8's. After all, what good are parents if you can't embarass your kids? Plus, I just had to see if I still had all my moves.
I skated for a little while with Emma, trying to teach her a few tricks, before I realized that almost 20 years and a few extra pounds makes your feet less forgiving of the time spent on wheels.