How Often Do I Need Ice Skates?
“Kobe Bryant is in a court battle to try to keep his mother from auctioning off mementos from his high school days.” (news item)
I went away to college,
my parents sold the house,
I never got back to claim my possessions,
don’t remember exactly what was lost—
diaries, artwork, papers, keepsakes, outgrown clothes—
except my ice skates.
I hated PE and wasn’t athletic,
but I swam through summers
and skated through ice-bound Ohio winters—
on Lacy’s Pond, the city reservoir, the Huron River,
even a flooded vacant lot.
Skated alone, skated on school nights,
skated on Sunday afternoons with my church youth group.
Skated as a grownup with my kids—
resentment rising every time
I had to wear rented skates.
Then we moved to Texas,
where I’ve skated only once, at a kid’s birthday party.
I still imagine myself gliding over rink-smooth ice,
made a promise with a friend that we’d go one day
but never did.
Whether it’s maturity or weak ankles,
I think it’s time to let go
of that resentment toward my parents.