This week Max had ski lessons on the mountain near our house. I am, at this moment, so proud of him for making it through the week. He is me. He has all my anxiety and fear of the unknown. I knew it would take him some time to get used to the whole skiing thing so I purposely signed him up for a whole week rather than a weekend of lessons. By the time he would be comfortable and ready to take risks, the weekend would be over. I've never said, "don't give up", "keep going" and "I'm proud of you" so many times in my life. The truth is that I couldn't care less about the skiing, I was just so proud of him for seeing it through even though every single fibre of his shy, tentative little being wanted to just quit. I was also kind of proud of myself that I didn't let him quit. Yeah me. Yeah us.
Oh Les, I know how it is seeing yourself, the good, the bad and the ugly in your child. It reminds me to try to become a better me. My girls are SO jealous of Max's little foray into skiing. We are going to try skating in the coming weeks as we have been offered free skates. Cheaper than skiing and I still have a pair of skates. It's all good and very Canadian. Love you, Fi
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