It reminded me that teaching isn’t just about skills — it’s about keeping my balance so my daughter could discover hers. I’m proud of myself for staying calm, and even prouder of her for finding her own steadiness despite the falls and the tears. In skating and in life, it’s not the falling that defines you — it’s the rising.

Three sets of keys, resting in a row—
a quiet testament to trust,
to years stitched together
by schoolyard laughter and shared lives.