Sunday afternoon, I took Max to an ice-skating event. Youth from a local ice-hockey team had volunteered to partner with ones who have disabilities, thanks to the amazing SNAP Athletic Programs. I figured Max would push around a walker, which is what he's done in the past. But he surprised me.
The coordinator paired Max up with two super-nice boys, Christian and Tyler. We quickly realized that Max was kind of tall for a walker. But he wanted to try. He ventured out onto the ice on his sneakers and cruised around, with the boys hovering nearby.
Introducing: skitting! (Skating + sitting!)
Max was giddy-happy as the boys whizzed him over the ice. They took turns for well over an hour, roping in another boy whose name I didn't catch. Max, meanwhile, held on well. A few times, he held hands with a couple of friends he knew from school and activities and they skitted together.
Sometimes when I go to events where there will be a bunch of boys around Max's age, I wonder if I'll feel any pangs of would-he-have-been-like-them. I didn't have a single one. I was proud of Max for trying skates. I was impressed that he kept his feet raised as his chair glided over the ice. I was grateful to the boys for lending him a hand. And I was glad they all had a fun time.