There’s a tear in my eye. My 4 year old loves skiing. He’s been in lessons at A-Basin and on the double planks since he was two, but this weekend, something clicked. You could almost hear the shushing synapses connect. He broke off from his class and joined me. We went up the big chair lift, and because he wanted to, on a short blue run filled with moguls down a narrow gully. He navigated it like a champ, and when he fell, he got right back up. At the chair lift, he said, “Let’s do it again!”
As an outdoor mom I ask you, could there be any more beautiful words spoken? Of course, along with the adventure mom pride came the heart-in-the-throat moment of fear. I watched Logan get up too much speed and wipe face first, tumbling and splaying to a stop. I thought, broken bones, concussion, blood, or at the very least, a complete meltdown that would make him afraid of snow sports forever. What I got was a little whimper and then, “Let’s go.”
On his second trip down the gulley run, he told me he was scared. And I said, “Well you don’t have to do it again.” He said, “But I want to.” And I said, “I thought you told me you were scared.” And he said, “That doesn’t mean it wasn’t fun.” Out of the mouths of babes.
With Spring Break over for most families (except the ones from Michigan I saw yesterday), we’d love to hear your stories. What did you do? Where did you go? And when it was over, did you all want to do it again?