It was all in preparation for a school trip Jack was making. He was anxious about it and in usual fashion for a kid who is not keen to try new things, he didn't even want to go.
In an attempt to forgo the lifelong commitment to this adage (because are you kidding me? Life is too short not to try new things!), we were making him go. To ease his fears, we took both boys a couple weeks before the school trip so he would have some experience under his belt. We had a semi-private lesson for an hour and within that hour, both boys were turning nicely. We skied the rest of the afternoon in the bitter cold and called it a success.
A few weeks later, Jack wanted to go again so we loaded up and headed out. This time we brought one of Jack's friends too. He had tried snowboarding on the first school trip and wanted to try skiing. We had about a half hour before the lesson so I took him through the basics and by the time the instructor arrived, all three boys were ready to head up the chair for more of a challenge.
Jack and his friend were good to go, no issues. Kamden gets very nervous when we add a bit of a steeper incline. He was not impressed with the whole situation. I believe the words, "I HATE this" were uttered on more than one occasion. A sport he doesn't like, who knew?
So we sent Jack and his friend for one more run with the instructor and Kamden went in for a break. Then we tried again and it was no better. And finally he had had enough and Jay took him back to the bunny hill while I skied with the older boys off the chair. We even did a blue run and they both rocked it.
I am not worried. He'll get there. I was the same when I started. Ornery and mouthy and angry. I was also five and missing my two front teeth. My parents laugh about it now (and probably then too - picture a toothless five year old yelling!) but I guess I'll add that to the tab of a million things I owe them for.
You know that Joe Pesci Snickers commercial? That pretty much sums it up, just replace hungry with skiing.
On Wednesday he went skiing again with the school and came home asking when he could go again.
On Saturday we checked out our local ski shop and scored helmets at a steal of a deal. Jack (and maybe me too) were so excited about the new helmets, we had to head out to the hill Sunday to try them out. Kamden had soccer and was more than relieved he didn't have to go. Jack and I headed out for the day.
We had a great day together. He tried to pull his stuck in a rut routine (he is by nature, extremly habitual) by doing the one and only green run (it's a small resort) over and over but I wasn't having any of that. And after one mild protest, he agreed that we would mix it up with a blue run every now and then. It helped that it was easier to get to the lodge from the blue run than the green run.
He had a smile on the whole day. My heart was nearly bursting.
A sport he likes? That he is already talking about doing again this weekend?
We hit the jack pot (pun not originally intended but ha....).
I am equally excited. I am not sure if it's because I have always loved skiing (true story) or because he is so excited about it. I think it's a combination of the two.
I was teasing him by asking if I looked like some of the pros we would see from the lift and he was polite but firm, "Mom, you are good, but not that good."
Naturally I made him video me so I could see for myself. He's right. I am not bad but I am no professional. And my stop made me laugh out loud. Videos of both myself and Jack are here if you are so inclined.
We are scoping out equipment and have booked a hotel near Panorama, BC over New Year's next year. Grams and Pop may even come, it's been years since they skied and it's about time.
We are going to be a skiing family! Kamden is overjoyed.