Skiing!

I had a fantastic day skiing with my son today. All over (our tiny) mid-western ski hill. All morning he was holding onto my ski poles and skiing along side of me, then one time I let go (the pole wasn't doing much) and he did the rest of the run holding my pole horizontally in front of him making turns. After that he was on his own. Off the chair lifts down the runs. While getting back into our gear after a short break he was looking at the area map and wanting to go on a black diamond run, like it was the ultimate prize to be won. In the end we did a run on the far side on some steeper terrain, no black diamond this time, but maybe next (?).

It is so easy to forget the he is not invincible. He shows no fear at the hill, he can conquer anything. While I load the car he is attacking snow mounds taller taller than me. Sometimes I forget that when he speeds up it really means that he needs to slow down. Sledding this afternoon wasn't the best idea. He was wiped out tonight - and put up a very loud fight before surrendering to sleep.