I recently had the chance to take a once in a lifetime trip- to Colorado to teach my son to ski. It had to been one of the best experiences of my parenting history thus far. It was amazing to watch my son grow to love something I have loved for a long time. He took to it like a frog to a swamp. He wasn't afraid, in fact he was extremely excited! In the fact is that he is the fourth generation of my family to learn to ski at this a little hometown resort. It was perfect – late 80s brass everywhere and static TVs and extremely friendly people. And snow. Lots of snow.
Not only did this tick a lot of the boxes on my parenting to do list with my son, it made me feel like a bad ass too. He was in shock and awe the entire time we were there. I mean, there was snow! Growing up in the desert doesn't really come with a great deal of snow. The chance to be able to play in snow, build a snowman, ride the sled and more was blowing his developing mind. I don't think you can find a better feeling than watching your son experience sheer joy. I can't wait to do this again. It has me wanting to live vicariously through my children even more now. Bring on the sports!
This trip made me reflect on how lucky we are to share the joy of doing something that we love for the first time with our kids. To teach them, to encourage them, to watch them grow as little people every single day of our lives. No day should be taken for granted because every day is an opportunity to check some boxes off.
Other boxes I want to check off:
-Tent Camping multiple days.
-Digging for worms
-All day movie fests
-And lots more I Can't think of currently.