All school year long my oldest daughter, Sierra, has been super duper excited about an extra special trip… Ski day! Every other year her school takes the two oldest grades on a ski trip to nearby Glen Eden. She has talked NON-STOP about how excited she was to learn how to ski with her friends. Now Sierra doesn’t get excited about very many things, her two younger sisters are better known for that (Amber has been planning her 5th birthday party since about 2 days after she turned 4).
Finally the permission slip came home and I was pestered to fill it out and send in a cheque right away. The count down to ski day began.
Four more weeks, mommy…
Three more weeks, mommy….
Two more weeks, mommy….
One more week, mommy…
TWO DAYS MOMMY!
And then I received a horrible text from my best friend that made my heart ache for my daughter. The ski trip was cancelled because of the EXTREME cold (the forecast was -18C with a windchill making it feel like -26C). There would be no trip. No learning how to ski with her friends. Sierra was devastated.
So I promised her that on my next flex day off of work I would take her skiing. Unfortunately she turned down my offer because the whole appeal of ski day was learning how to ski WITH HER FRIENDS. I was not good enough :pout:
Then a few days ago, as my flex day approached, Sierra had a change of heart – Can we still go skiing mommy?
By this time I had already planned to do my long run on my day off, clean and organise the house, and binge watch on Netflix. I checked the weather and it was forecasted to be GORGEOUS out, 6C and SUNNY! I haven’t run on a nice sunny warm day in months! So an internal debate raged on all day Monday and Tuesday:
Should I run? Or take Sierra skiing?
So I took her skiiing. I’ll have lots of opportunities to run, but probably not nearly as many opportunities to spend a special day with my oldest daughter, and boy am I glad I decided to go!
She was so happy, scared and nervous all at the same time:
The first thing we did was navigate our way through the ski rental to get our lift tickets and get set up with skis, boots, and helmets. I decided not to rent poles because I figured it would be less frustrating to her to not have them – they really just get in the way when you’re just learning.
After we got our skis we duck walked across the driveway to the bunny hill so I could “teach” her to ski. I’ve only skiied a handful of times myself so I had no idea if I would be successful in teaching her. I’ve never had a formal lesson – I’ve always just copied what I’ve seen other people do and the last time I skiied I was pregnant with Sierra! I warned her that this could be where we spend our entire day.
I walked her about 10 feet up the hill, showed her how to put her skiis on, and told her to never let her skiis cross over each other. I showed her how snowplow like in skating, and to turn to go back and forth across the hill to control her speed. That was pretty much all I knew about skiing. I don’t even know if there’s a technical term for any of those things.
Sierra tried making it down to me on her own and made it without falling! I then took her to the carpet thingy that pulls us to the top of the bunny hill so she could try on a slightly longer and bigger incline. I told her that she always had to go first so that I could ski over to her if she fell. She was FEARLESS and took off down the bunny hill while I struggled to catch her. She made it without falling on her first try. Then we went up and down two more times… She was a natural!
We then headed over to the BIG hill so that we could REALLY ski! I taught her how to get on the ski lift, and she surprised me by not being scared at all. She kept me in stitches cracking jokes and funny faces. I’m the one with a fear of heights! Once at the top she couldn’t wait to go. I showed her the map of the runs so that she could lead us down the green circle runs.
Again, she was fearless and I struggled to keep up. I was way more cautious than her, slowly zig zagging down the hill. I was worried she wouldn’t know how to stop, but she figured that out no problem – I guess that’s where all of her hockey and skating lessons have come in handy.
The views were gorgeous!
We skiied down the green circles many times, until she got bored and asked to go down a blue run. So we did, and she was amazing!
All in all we had an amazing day together, enjoyed a great lunch outside(!), and we both learned how to ski. Now I can’t wait to teach my younger girls how to ski, I can definitely see this becoming a regular thing as we only live about 10 min from the hill.
Question: What’s your favourite outdoor winter sport?