My fingers gripped the ice cold, grey chain link fencing of the skating rink at Rosedale Park. Pressing my chest against the makeshift glass I leaned in heavily, flexing the frozen wiring. My warm breath softened the frigid air and crafted slight clouds around my head as I watched my son tiptoe along the rubber dasher toward his formal skating lesson.
Standing atop a small mound of brown dirt-steeped snow, I nervously observed Cash take his first steps onto the ice without me. It was both a proud moment and a terrifying moment to see him strongly affirm his independence over an activity that we shared so intimately. [Read more…]