Today, my big kid seemed even bigger as we sent him off for his very first ski lesson! Skiing is something that I grew up doing. My parents put us in lessons when my sister and I were little (and they took lessons themselves at the same time) so it was something we always did as family during the winter. D also skied (mainly cross country – he did competitive biathlon) so we knew that skiing would be a fun sport to do together as our kids got older.
We are lucky to have a small ski hill just minutes away from our family’s farm, where we spend most of our weekends and holidays. They offer a three-day ski camp during the Christmas break, so we enrolled Littleman. Today was the first day and he did great! D, my dad and I bundled up and watched from the base of the hill. After a few minutes near the bottom, they jumped on the chair lift and hit the (beginner) slopes!
I swear, I couldn’t stop smiling. It was so, so cute. And I was so proud of him. He used to be so shy and would fight going off without us. I knew he would love skiing, but wasn’t sure how he’d feel about being with the instructor. No need to worry, though. He was great. He told them his name and then off he went, no looking back. I think it helped that he did swimming and soccer lessons in the summer. He definitely seemed much more mature today.
It’s been about 15 years since I’ve been on skis, so I’ve decided to sign myself up for a refresher lesson tomorrow. We’ll see if I’m as brave as my kid. I’m guessing not…