Various instructors took turns devoting their attention to Ryan, encouraging him to move his feet, trying to get him to pay attention to the task at hand.
He got totally lapped.
While he appeared to be having a fine time doing his own thing, it was heartbreaking for me to watch his total inability to follow directions like the other kids. True, most of the children in the class were older, and he was doing almost as well as the other four-year-old boy at actually moving on the ice, but I hadn't considered that Ryan might need that much more individual attention than everyone else. I sobbed with the realization that even with all the progress he's made over the last year, my baby is still nowhere near ready to mainstream.
When I showed Stu the videos I had taken of the lesson, he was not at all distressed. "He's doing his own thing. He's having a good time. There's nothing sad about this." And I know he's right. I know Ryan is going to have a terrific time for the next 13 Tuesdays, and he might even learn to skate.
I'm just going to have to keep reminding myself not to pay so much attention to whomever is behind all those other road cones.