14/03/2026
Itās been about 38 yearsā¦
Today I took my daughter ice skating for her school social.
And of course - grabbing life by the balls, horns and all else imaginable- this mamma decided she was skating too.
Now letās just say it has been a veeery long time since I last put on a pair of ice skates.
And naturally I assumed (okay- hoped like heck!) muscle memory would just kick in.
Spoiler alert:
Muscle memory did not kick in.
Lap one looked less like elegant skating and more like a herd of baby giraffes clinging desperately to the side rail.
By the end of that first lap I was feeling muscles I didnāt even know existed.
My ankles were wobbling.
My dignity was questionable.
And I very seriously considered handing in the skates and retreating gracefully to the stands with the other parents.
But that little voice in me - the one that has been getting louder this past year - said:
āNaomi⦠you get one life girl. Keep going.ā
So I did.
Another lapā¦
Still wobbly.
Another lap.
Still unstableā¦
Another lapā¦
And slowly something shifted.
My body began finding rhythm.
My balance improved.
And before I knew it I was skating around a full-blown disco rink thinking:
āOh my word⦠this is actually the BEST fun ever.ā
(I may or may not have thrown in a few questionable disco dance moves to the blaring music.)
When we finally got back home, my little girlās words came over and over- āThanks for skating with me mom. That was THE best day ever!ā
Reminder for this mamma: Donāt let one day go by without squeezing all the ice you can out of it. And one more actually: Never let the fear of a potentially wet butt stop you from skating your heart out on lifeās rink.
And if you happened to see a woman doing questionable disco moves on an ice rink in Durban this morning⦠keep it moving š
With love and expecting a leeetle stiffness,
Naomi š¤