The Skateboard Moms highly recommend Amelia’s new blog:
http://ameliabrodka.com/2011/05/24/no-room-for-women-in-skateboarding/
Amelia’s blog got us thinking about how we can best promote women’s competition in skateboarding and, like Amelia, we’d love to hear about how you think we can help female skaters get the support and exposure they deserve. We’re considering a number of options, and you’ll be hearing more about that here.
Shredsister Chelle carving up the Iquana Bowl during our annual Mighty Mama Skate-o-Rama
Sometimes in life we get so wrapped up in the daily grind, that we forget what it’s like to feel free. Skateboarding for me is a way to let go of all the junk in my head that stresses me out. Skateboarding takes me back to that happy place inside myself, where nothing else matters except being in that moment and enjoying it to the fullest. Being able to attend the Skateboard Moms’ Mighty-Mama-Skate-O-Rama event that happens yearly on Mother’s Day weekend at the Laguna Nigel skatepark gives me an amazing opportunity to forget my worries and just SHRED! It feels so good to skate with so many awesome women, girls and families, and it all helps promote women’s skateboarding.
Not only is skateboarding a great form of exercise, it relieves stress, and builds self-confidence. What attracted me to skateboarding when I was a girl was that I could do it by myself; I didn’t need to be on a team to participate. My friends and I were the creative types, definitely not the cliquey types. We wanted to create our own adventures; we wanted to invent new, cool things to do. That’s exactly why skateboarding was perfect for me. We could do anything we wanted – any trick off of any obstacle that we could possibly skate. We absolutely loved it!
Fortunately for me there are quite a few other gals out there that share my passion. Even though the years keep passing, our love will never die.
For me this year’s event went off with a bang right from the airport. Skatemom Stacey picked me up and off we drove, and drove, and drove, and finally ended up at a killer skate-park in Chino. The park was small, but had a really nice flow to it, and a little bit of everything to skate. The locals were ripping and very friendly I might add. Of course they were stoked to see women skating their park and did their best to bust out gnarly moves to impress us ladies. I’ll also add that I find this to be a major bonus when arriving at a new skate-park. It’s almost like getting a free show. Keep up the good work Chino guys! I’ll be looking for ya next time.
It takes courage to put yourself out there, outside of your comfort zone. It takes courage to be willing to fall and to pick yourself back up again. You know it’s gonna hurt when you eat pavement, but you just don’t care! Some tricks come easy; those are your bread-n-butter. Some tricks only come once in a while: 10 tries, 20 tries, 31 tries… MAKE! Wooohooooo!!!!! That’s all the matters: the feeling that rushes through your whole body, it’s like nothing else! It’s simply the best!!! I think the fact that we constantly have to push ourselves to get out there, and push ourselves to progress, is what makes skateboarding so satisfying!
The next day of adventures started at the beach in Carlsbad with some surfing! The waves were a bit small, but that didn’t stop us from trying. Stacey and Jane (from Australia) definitely caught a few good ones! They were looking awesome out there! You gals did a great job, thanks for showing us how it’s done! After our surf session, we headed over to the Iguana Bowl. It was only a short drive from the beach, and we were warmly welcomed by the gracious owners. The driveway was filled with ramps, which I had a blast playing on in between bowl runs and to warm up on. The bowl itself is very impressive and super fun to skate! It is perfect for learning just about anything on. I sure wish I had one in my back yard! The evening was going great, and to top it off a whole bunch more rad skater-chicks showed up and shredded up the place. It turned out to be a big high-light of the trip for me. Perfect vibe, perfect company, and not too overwhelming, just chill! Thanks again to our hosts for sharing their super rad digs with our Skatemom posse!
The big day finally arrived and we were all beyond stoked! We couldn’t wait to meet up with the whole Skate Mom/Sisters of Shred gang for the always-awesome Mighty Mama Skate-O-Rama. The best part of attending this event for me is knowing that the money we raise during our annual raffle is for a good cause, children’s literacy! The proceeds this year go to Friends of Children and Literature, aka FOCAL, which is an LA-based charity that brings the magic of reading and books to kids in downtown LA. Our sponsors are always generous, and this year was no exception. The raffle prizes were completely drool-worthy. They totally hooked us up!
Soon the park was surrounded by whizzing sounds of wheels on concrete, and what a sweet sound that is. Everybody had a blast! We listened to the groovy sounds of 70’s music, while riding waves of concrete with perma-grin smiles plastered to our faces. It was totally tubular, and that’s the truth, the whole truth and nothing, but the truth! It was all over way too soon, and I had to catch a flight back to Sacramento. We zoomed off and I made my flight just in the nick. I was sad to leave, but I will be looking forward to next year’s event! I made a bunch of new friends and some great memories to last a lifetime. Until next time So Cal folks, skate or die!!
~ Chelle
by Patti
I knocked myself out the other day. I was trying to drop in on a 13-foot vert ramp. I have no memory of what happened, and there’s no video. There’s only one picture of my unsuccessful drop, taken milliseconds after I put my front foot on the bolts. It’s clear from the photo that things had already gone terribly wrong.
Fortunately, it wasn’t serious. I have a mild concussion and I tore a muscle in my shoulder. I’m feeling better every day, and I’m already back on my skateboard.
I’ve been lucky. I’ve been skateboarding for almost five years now with only minor injuries. Wearing my helmet and pads helps keep injuries to a minimum. But injury is an unavoidable part of skateboarding. Everyone pays the piper sooner or later.
For me, it’s a worthwhile risk because I love to learn. It’s thrilling when a new skill finally reveals its secrets. But learning is a trial-and-error process. Nothing comes to me for free, and I have to experiment a lot. That means I fall a lot. It’s the price of understanding.
There are other reasons why I risk it. Skateboarding forces me to examine my own beliefs about what I’m capable of. I’m doing things today on a skateboard that I never thought I’d be able to do when I began. I’ve learned that the limits of my ability are governed chiefly by my own fears. When I can get past the fear, the possibilities seem endless.
I also enjoy challenging other people’s perceptions of what I’m capable of. The skater dudes’ faces light up when they see me grind pool coping for the first time. Their definition of ”skater” has just expanded to include old ladies! I hope the moms and dads watching from the sidelines rethink their own abilities when they see me trying something new.
And there’s this: Injuries aren’t fun, but the process of coming back from an injury can be very rewarding. That’s when you find out what you’re really made of. It takes determination, patience, persistence and focus. Those traits are useful in all areas of life.
Truth is, I do lots of risky things in a day. If I wanted to be as cautious as possible, I’d stop driving. Being in a car is, by all accounts, the most dangerous thing a person can do. I’d also stop riding my bike, walking in snow and showering too.
Who am I kidding? I’d be bored (and smelly). And I’d be ashamed of letting my fear get the best of me.
Skateboarding makes me happy, and I feel most alive when I’m doing it. That’s reason enough to risk it.
Skatemom Patti, back on the horse after two weeks of recuperation.
by Hilja
Today, my car decided it wanted to drive by itself to Lower Woodland Skatepark in my hometown of Seattle during the workday. As a good car owner, I wouldn’t let it go by itself and had to accompany it. The car wouldn’t leave until the work day was over and I was forced to stay. Because of my phone being in the car, I missed a call from my 12-year-old son. When car was ready to go home, I called my son, but I did not let the boy know where mom and the car were. I pretended I was still at work. No information is not a lie. He would have been bummed that he was stuck at home while mom skated.
It was sooo much fun!!
Skatemom Hilja, from Seattle, learning to carve at Etnies in California, in December 2010.
i watched shaun white win his gold medal on the halfpipe at the winter olympics in nagano. he looked like he was having so much fun! he was always laughing and joking around, even during the stiffest competition of his life.
i was 39, and i was tired. i had spent my whole life working 60-80 hours a week, volunteering in my off time, and raising a kid. i rarely laughed, and i yelled at my 6-year-old daughter more than i wanted to admit. i wanted to have more fun, and be silly like the Flying Tomato! i thought about learning to snowboard, but there’s no snow here. then i saw shaun do a mctwist on a skateboard, and that’s all it took! i wanted to know what it was like to fly in the air like that. i knew i’d have to work hard. i figured it would take about a year to learn to skate like shaun white.
one day, i asked my dad to take care of my daughter, and drove to the local skate shop. i parked the car and took a deep breath. i prepared myself for ridicule. i didn’t know anyone who skated, and i was sure there were no adult skaters in my area. i walked in and told the 17-year-old street skater behind the counter that i wanted to learn to skate ramps and bowls. i had no idea what to buy, i had never set foot on a skateboard. the store clerk stared at me for a good minute (or what seemed like it), and then went to work. he showed me different boards, trucks and wheels. he explained the virtues of each, and let me choose after narrowing the selection down to two or three. an hour later, i had a really nice first setup. he suggested that i buy a helmet and some pads, as well as some special shoes. i thought all of that might be unnecessary, but followed his advice anyway. the store owner rang me up. he said that i’ll fall a lot at first, and that most women prefer longboarding.
i took my shiny new board home, and stood on it for the first time in the living room, on the carpet. i fell almost immediately, and my dad laughed. my wrists hurt! i laughed too.
see? it was already working.
in the last three years, my job has been on autopilot, i’ve quit most of my volunteer work, and i’ve suffered more injuries than i have in all my other years put together, all the direct result of skating. it makes me sad sometimes when i think of what’s gone, but i can’t say that i regret any of it. for the first time, i’m being true to myself. i’ve laughed more, learned more and loved more than i have in all my other years put together. and i don’t yell at my daughter anymore.
by Patti
When i was a brand newbie, I obsessed about learning to drop in. I thought of nothing else. I had to do it, and I couldn’t move on until I did.
And, eventually, I learned, after many painful, failed attempts. I think I had been skating about 4 months when I finally dropped in successfully.
Very frankly, if I had it to do over again, I would advise myself to work on the basics of rolling around … pumping, carving, kickturns, going fakie, tictacs … all of that … before trying to learn to drop in.
I say this for one reason, and only one reason:
The reason you drop in is to get more speed. If you don’t need more speed, because you don’t know what to do with it on the opposite wall, there’s no reason to drop in … yet.
If I had it to do over again, I would learn to drop in after i had my pump dialed … by “dialed” I mean able to pump around a bowl at full speed from a dead stop in the bottom, having slid there on my butt. If you know how to pump when you learn to drop in, you will learn to drop in more easily because, when you drop in, you have to pump immediately after you slam the front truck down to right yourself on the board again as you make your way down the transition to the flat. If pumping feels foreign to you … as it did to me as a brand new skater … learning to drop in is going to be more difficult.
I’m not saying you can’t learn to drop in if your pump isn’t dialed, I’m just saying that the logical progression seems to me to be: (1) basic bowl/ramp skating skills first, (2) dropping in second.
Skatemom Patti drops in the bowl at Butte, Montana.
by Karen Rennie
I have been asked many times why I let my young son skateboard. People suggest he might pick up bad habits or foul language from the older kids who skate. My response is always that hanging out with skaters has made my son Chris a better person.
“Isn’t he missing a lot by not playing TEAM sports?”
I hear that question all the time. We have done the soccer and baseball thing. We paid the money to join leagues that other parents didn’t want to volunteer for. We learned that the soccer commissioner was hiding money, the baseball commissioner was stacking his team with the leagues best players only to be certain that that the opposing team cheated when his “superteam” lost. When adults started expecting their kids to “toughen up” (There’s no crying in baseball) while they coached them with loud voices and pointed fingers in faces, we decided that this team sport thing was really cutting into our family time and values.
Watching Chris’ continued attempts to use a pitching machine long after her son gave up, a playmates mom asked me how I taught Chris to persevere. I am certain that he learned perseverance at the skatepark. He learned at a very early age that the key to success is practice. At age 4 my son would try all day to land the same trick. If he didn’t succeed, he would return the next day to try again. You don’t walk into a skatepark and drop into a ramp the very first time. You have to fall. You have to pick yourself up. You have to figure out what you did wrong and correct the problem.
When Chris did finally land a trick he had attempted for days, the other skaters would cheer- not because he was doing something no one else could do- but because he achieved a personal best. Skateboarding teaches you to set personal goals and to cheer on those who achieve them. It doesn’t matter if you are landing a 720 over a 20-foot gap, or you are landing your very first kickflip. If you have tried to achieve something you set your mind to and practiced again and again- the skate community is there to cheer for you and congratulate you. People that skate together often are a team; they are a team of people working to achieve their personal best.
“How did he learn to skate like that?”
Skaters share secrets. Skaters teach each other. Skaters seem to only complete seriously with each other for money, and usually in a friendly manner. Ever watch a televised skating event? Notice how the people competing seem to know each other and cheer each other on? That’s because when big business isn’t involved in offering tons of money to these skaters to skate against each other, they are usually skating with each other. They were probably together at a backyard ramp or pool the week before the competition skating together.
In backyards across the neighborhood my son has developed an understanding of protocol, hierarchy. He shows respect for elders- and just people in general. You can’t just walk into someone’s backyard and drop into his or her pool or ramp. You have to be invited. You have to show respect. You don’t just assume you have a right to skate there. No one owes you anything. You have to earn the privilege to skate there by showing respect and waiting your turn. You have to be a good enough person for someone to invite you along in the first place.
In skateparks it’s a little more difficult- but the end result is usually the same. There are those parents who use the skateparks as “concrete babysitters”. Parents who drop their kids off at the park on their way to the manicurist or to go have a beer at the sports bar. These are the same parents who don’t want to do their volunteer work for the soccer league. The difference is that eventually the skate community will teach these kids how to behave. Even if the parents don’t want to watch their kids to cheer them on, the other skaters will, and eventually the kids will want to be accepted in the skating community. If they continue to have a bad attitude, they won’t have anyone to skate with. They won’t be invited to the backyard ramp, or they will be vibed out of the park.
I’ve been asked so often if I am afraid of him getting hurt. Of course I am. As a mother I am afraid every day for his safety. But I have to say; he has gotten hurt much more severely just walking off the back porch and not paying attention. When he’s skating he wears pads and a helmet and he has a deep mental focus on what he is doing. I believe it is safer than chasing a ball at high speed during an intense competition with no pads.
“What about the older kids he is exposed to?”
In team sports the kids are grouped together by similar age. I have to say that I’m not sure if competition among similarly aged kids is a good thing. When each kid is expected to conform to a group and vying for the coaches or parents attention, there can be a lot of bullying. In skating- the older kids are just happy to see a young kid getting excited about skating. I have been told more than once by these older kids that they wished they had a mom that supported their skating.
I tell them someday they will be better parents through skateboarding.
At schools where they are trying to find a way to have “sports” without competition- skateboarding is the answer. If we want to build confidence in our kids, and get them involved in a physical activity, we should have skating as an after school activity in our elementary schools. The best thing we can do for our community is build more skateparks.
Karen, her husband, and her son Chris in the Ridiculous Pool!
If you’ve read anything about women who skateboard, you’ll know that for each person skateboarding means a multitude of things.
For some it’s their meditation, or their chance to bond with friends, or an opportunity to push themselves or any combination of these and many other things. For me it really depends on the day as to what it is, but anytime I am at the park with my family it’s a good opportunity to bond with my children and share something we really love to do.
Being in a sport that really focuses on individualism, my kids and I certainly don’t skate hand in hand. My son is usually over at the big bowl dropping in the deep side trying to do something new and daring. My daughter is often zipping through the parts of the park she likes or challenging herself to go higher and higher in the vert ramp. I’m usually pushing myself to do just one new thing each time we are at the park even if it’s small. We do our own thing.
That being said we are there for one another to cheer on, sympathize through the falls and have a good laugh. There is nothing better than showing my children that I learned something new and having them cheer me on, and vice versa. Our time at the skate park is not just about what we do as individuals, but rather a time for us to share, bond and enjoy one another’s accomplishments.
As my children grow older and move into being teenagers, I can only hope that this time together is something we can share. Even when they want their distance the skatepark and the sport of skateboarding will allow for that. Skateboarding will always be what I need it to be personally whether that’s flow, challenge, or meditation. I can only hope it is also always a chance for me to spend time with my children.
—Smoooochie in CO
Skateboarding has always been a touchstone for me. I got my first skateboard at age 10 (long, long ago) and spent much of my time with my best friend, Denice, cruising around our neighborhood, acting like we were surfing the waves of Waimea as we zoomed down freshly-paved asphalt streets on clay wheels and solid wood decks with no grip tape (that’s what the gummy soles of our Van’s were made for, ya know).
So even now, when I get on my board, the feeling of happy days return.
Maybe that’s why lately I’ve been far more interested in just…skating. When I got back into the sport in 2004, I caught the bug to learn new tricks, to drop in, etc. I hired seriously awesome pro Kim Petersen to coach me for a few sessions.
But somewhere along the line, I either got restless with the mechanics of it all, or too chicken to push myself, or…something. And suddenly the urge for a long strip of smooth asphalt crept back into my consciousness. I began hankering for pure, unadulterated F-L-O-W, the feeling of zooming, the essence of skateboarding, the touchstone of my happy childhood.
I salute and cheer for all who push their limits, learn new tricks, inspire us, amaze us, and are somehow not swayed by slams (or the fear thereof!). I’m thrilled that there is now a body of women to show the world what we can do on a skateboard. And I’m happy as hell that I can watch from the sidelines, applauding all of you for taking risks big and small, while I go back to an earlier time and just…zoom.
Later skaters!
–Barb, pictured above with skate mom Karen, enjoying our post-zooming buzz after skating the hills in Newport Beach, Calif. on a foggy November day.
Skatemom Ji, rock to fakie, in California.
“Courage does not always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, ‘I will try again tomorrow.’ “ — Mary Anne Radmacher
