Watching Children Grow Into Daredevils

I too love these nights where I am alone with the boys and I don’t have to be in the kitchen cooking a large meal. Wednesdays are half day for them and we go skiing in the afternoons. I am very fortunate to have close friends whose boys are best friends with my boys. Mothers who are far better suited for boys than I am, teaching me how to efficiently train the children on the importance of staying safe and in control.

I was happy that this time there were no tears due to missing gear and commended the boys for packing their own gear into the car. They have learned not to rely upon muddled mommy. Usually I leave Tucker in school so that I can ski with the older boys without a little tank to adhere to, but yesterday I had to take him with us. He was tired and ready for a nap, not a good precursor to skiing, getting mad at me for no clear reason and telling me that “he feeled like throwing a pie at me”. I skied behind him protecting him from the big kids who were recklessly skiing amongst us. Luckily the other moms were there to once again bail me out and take care of Axel and Brev as I skied with Tucker. It’s a tall order to watch somebody else’s boy in the terrain park with jumps and ramps left over from the X-Games. The boys are getting higher and higher on the jumps and it’s difficult to watch without being terrified. We all have a silent agreement that we are entrusting our boys into each other’s care and that we need to be on it when skiing with them. I definitely need to update my first-aid instruction.