This kid.  


Sits more than he skates. Falls more than he glides. Smiles more than he grimaces (in pain). He is my best teacher. 

At one point he had a wicked spill. He landed ass backwards and on his face. Ouch! 

I hold my breath as he gets up, my reaction will be completed dependent upon his reaction. I watch, I wait. His head hangs low, ego bruised. But as I start to move towards him his face meets mine, his eyes twinkle, a smile appears, and he yells from across the rink 'Mom, did you see that awesome twirl?!?! I didn't even do it on purpose!! Awe-some!'

Next time life tries to throw you ass backwards and on your face... Twirl!!!