My family apparently decided an intervention was necessary. I think it all started when I told my husband I was chomping down radishes like they were going out of style and chocolate was next...Anyway, I've been kidnapped - in a nice way - and made to live in the real world this week. And what a world it is. I'm in Colorado for a week. I'm not mustering any sheep this week I don't think. My husband's making me go up the mountain. Which means I'll be working on keeping my bones intact instead.
Since I am not the strongest skier, my kids are going to ski school. I got to thinking about the instructors last night. Yours is a mega-task. I can barely get my own self down the hill, let alone my kids, and then to teach them how to ski down a vertical slope, - backwards - ski instructors go down the hill backwards to watch the kids - well, that's true talent.
I've entrusted my kids into the hands of able ski instructors before, and I'm always baffled at what an amazing job they do. My kids always return happy, unscathed, and really, better skiers than I am.
So here's a shout out to ski instructors. I'm terrified to think what I'll do when the kids are good enough to tear up the slopes without an instructor. Because tear up they will. I've already seen what they can do now as I fumble along behind them. Yeesh. Looks like it's time to write a book about skiing and pick up some imaginary talents!! Do you think those transfer to the slopes for real?
Causes Stacy Nyikos Supports
ASPCA, Humane Society, Wildlife Federation