The Day I Was Grateful for Boards

Mr. and I took No.1 to the slopes today.  We were so excited to share with him a sport we both enjoy (Mr. more than me as I am too frightened to go fast).  No.1 was all smiles and jitters.  He was nervous, but anxious to learn.  We enrolled him in a class; he was easily 5 years younger than the youngest student.  Mr. and I stayed around for about 15-minutes before going up the lift ourselves leaving No.1 on his own with his instructor.

We got 2 runs in before class was over.  We found No.1 at the tables looking distraught.  Poor kid didn't realize class was over and was feeling lost.  Luckily, he hadn't been there long.

No.1 was pretty sure he was done for the day, but after a hot lunch, he was ready to hit the slopes!  Hooray!

He was not ready for the lift to the top, so we spent the rest of the afternoon on the little hills (there was a moving carpet to take us up - so nice).

That little man showed no fear.  Sure, he took a few good falls, he cried a few good tears, but, well, just look at him.  He has his board parallel to the mountain and is zipping right down.  He innately understands the hip twist (I still turn my upper body and expect my board to move) and he, with instruction from Daddy, can balance on both edges of his board.

The slopes closed at 5, but we were all worn out by 4 (that was about 5.5 hours on the mountain).  What a day!  What an adventure it was to see No.1 take on something so foreign, and, frankly, dangerous.

So, here's to taking a few risks.

Here's to getting back up after a fall.

And here's to a Better Mommy Me.