oh, and Rosaline puked about 1/3 of the way through the drive back down the mountain. ... nothing like cleaning up a vomit soaked kid and carseat on the side of a windy, narrow mountain pass while drunk snowboarders yell obsenties at you as they pass. Thanks for that guys; makes parenting so much easier.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Coming Down the Mountain
One of my all time "looking forward to this" moments finally came to fruition this past holiday weekend. We took the girls up to the mountains and the twins took their first snowboarding lessons. I was so proud. I had always wanted them to start early before fear and trepidation really took hold. I was up on skis by 3 but they've not always shown great command of their bodies or the over all desire to try new and exciting things. But this year they were ready and - happily - they loved it. Neither of them showed any reluctance and both were equally excited as we were getting their rental gear squared away. Gina and I watched the first bit, for our own reassurance, but the further up the mountain they went the harder it got to observe so we finally retreated back to the cabin and waiting the 3 hours until class was done. As we entered the ski school to pick them up, we braced ourselves for unhappy "why did you do this to us" children. But there they were; laughing, drinking hot cocoa, completely thrilled with their day. As they grow up in to womanhood I have no idea where they will go; how they will be; what they will love. My hope, though, is that no matter where their lives take them or what passions they find for themselves, there will always be little bits of me in there; seeds that I have sewn, that we still have in common. Even when they become the first sisterly President and VP of the US combo, we'll still strap our boards on together and slice up a mountain or two.
at 9:30 AM