When Times Were Easier (September 25, 2016)

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Grandmother. Gram. Mimi. Nana. Nona. Abuela. Grandma. Kiki.
What is a grandma? A grandma is your biggest fan. The one you go to when your mom says no. The one that always has the best days planned.
The cold air of the ice skating rink turns my nose a soft red. I can’t do it. I’m afraid. What if I fall? Kiki gently grabs my little cold hand.
Don’t worry. I’m right here. I won’t let you fall.
And suddenly all my fears lift away like a hot air balloon. She goes around the rink once to show me it’s okay. A dancer on skates. Hopping and spinning. She is gracious and beautiful. It’s my turn now. I slowly and cautiously lower my foot down onto the ice. Then the other. Kiki smiles at me and I know she’s proud. Shuffle Shuffle Shuffle. I’m like a penguin. My knuckles are white from gripping the side so tight – holding on for dear life.
You ready?
I know what Kiki wants to do next. It’s our favorite part of skating. She takes both my hands. Looking me in the eyes. Slightly nodding. And we’re off! Swerving in and out. Whipping around the rink. I hold on as tight as I can. Kiki smiles at down at me. I’m always amazed that she can go backwards and not even have to look. Just me and Kiki against the world.
Ready?
I eagerly shake my head. My hands are cold when she let’s go. But I don’t care because I am skating all by myself. Legs locked. Staring straight ahead. Stiff as a statue. But skating nonetheless. I know what’s coming next and I put my arms out in front of me. Whoosh! Kiki lifts me up and spins me around. Everyone looks at us knowing how incredible our bond is. Kiki pulls my skates off.
One day you should be a professional skater.
But I don’t think so. Without her I am just a little girl afraid to step on the ice. She makes me brave. She keeps me safe. She is my Kiki.

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