so the kids went with their dad for a four day skiing trip. its school break. they left school a day and a half early, i think to accomodate the friend they were going with who is from another state and parochial school. anyhow. whoosh. what an adventure, so thrilling… all 3 now proficient and unafraid of skiis, hills and lifts.
for those of you, like me, who did not grow up near mountains, skiing isn’t a way of life. its a gargantuanly expensive up and down repetition that has a whole lot of class issues tied up in it. Never you fear, this is a white girl who is noticing stratifications in white society. I’m not sure theres any other color on the mountains, really. tell me if i’m wrong.
i’m glad my kids got the opportunity. I’m confused about money and can’t tell which are my deep-seated issues from childhood, which are my issues from money and divorce and which are just white girl who doesn’t-get-to-go issues.
all very white. and all very dickish. maybe on my part, maybe on the part of skiiers. i can’t tell.
it IS fun, i know it. and i went once maybe when i was a kid with my dad, and once or twice with my kids when they were fewer… its fun, i get it. exhilarating. if i lived closer, it might be a thing i do. but probably not.
they arrive home and within a half hour i literally have an 11 year old in tears because i am not taking him to a hotel overnight. and because vacation is so boring, and i am a liar. 30 minutes after a four day skiing trip.
let them eat the dustbunnies i say. welcome to the home of boring rules and being bored and staying home and making beds and closing chickencoops and having a bedtime and no screens before school and all that joy. its fun for me too. believe it.
and when you are old, you will remember skiing and you will remember laughing with your mom and her face when you told her you almost gave up but didn’t and then there was all that dancing in the kitchen and the laughing and the music and the yelling and the hugging. all of it. you will remember all of it. and it won’t feel boring.