If anyone ever tells you that they had fun taking their four children, ages 6 and under, skiing for the weekend you might want to check them for illegal drugs. I'm just saying.
It was difficult. A challenge. But we knew it would be. We went into it with our eyes wide open. We knew it wouldn't be like the days when it was just us skiing. The days when we would rotate time at the bar and time out on the hill. Oh no. Those days are gone.
We told ourselves that the only thing we wanted was for the boys to have fun. To get a taste of what skiing is, and hopefully, to enjoy it. They didn't need to learn anything. They didn't even need to remain upright. They just needed to have fun. And they did.
It is such a thrill watching your child latch onto something and go for it. To get excited about something and give it their all. It is exhilarating. I felt that way when Joey learned to ride his bike, and I felt that again this weekend watching my boys learn to ski. You can just see the confidence seeping into them. You can see them growing. Watching Todd take each boy out on the hill and seeing how brave, and positive, and coordinated, and patient, and happy the boys were was just amazing. They amazed me.
Ben had no fear. After one time down the bunny hill he was begging daddy to take him on the bigger hills. Tommy went down the hill with daddy a couple times and then decided he could do it on his own. And he did! Joey wouldn't even let daddy help and just took off down the hill by himself. I couldn't believe my eyes. I would have been happy just having them learn to walk in the ski boots and here they were zooming down the hill by themselves.
I wish I could have gotten it all on video but trying to hold a baby and keep two anxious boys occupied while they wait for their turn to ski with daddy was as much as I could manage. I did get a few nice pictures of each boy going down the hill from my window view in the ski lodge. I guess that will have to do. At least I have the photos as physical evidence of the momentous day.
Yes, there was a lot of sweat (on Todd and my part). Lots of encouraging and cheerleading and kudos. Tons of patience. There were three sets of snow pants, mittens, hats, helmets, ski boots, skis, and jackets to get in and out of all day. Many trips to the bathroom taking all of the gear on and off again. Todd's back was aching after many, many trips down the hill with the boys in between his skis, and then helping (dragging) them back up the tow-rope to the top. Grace was so sweet and mild mannered even though she was over-tired from not having a nap. By the end of the day the boys were pretty over-tired too. Well, we all were.
It may not have been "fun" for us, but the boys sure had fun. And that was all that mattered. Looking back, I wouldn't have changed a thing. I'm so glad we went.
(Joey taking off from Todd)
(Tommy and Todd going down hand in hand)
(Ben going down with Todd)