What a day.
It goes like that sometimes.
"Madd... I wanna make a tutorial for those flower bracelets... wanna help me? They're so cool!"
So we worked on that.
"Trev," says his Mama, while Maddie and Daddy were getting ready to head up the mountain, "are you sure you don't wanna go skiing? We'll probably have fun if we go with them...."
Eventually (before it was time to head out the door) he said yes.
So we got our visitor Stanley all ready for a trip mountainside, too.
Getting ready to go skiing is often a slow and meandering process, with time-warp grueling moments moving backwards, but after the initial first few minutes of chaos and sticking gloves and pinching goggles and skiwampus boots and getting ready (and getting gear at the ski shop)...
It was magic.
As in - Trev comes all the way down the mountain all by himself. Without falling. Without cursing. Without getting hurt.
And as soon as he gets down, he's heading -independently- onto the ski lift completely by himself with his dad nowhere even in sight.
And so it went.
Run after run after run.
sans curses and complaints,
snow and mountain magic.
I'm soooo happy for them!
What an amazing thing, getting to witness your child's empowerment.
On the way home we showed Stanley where the mountain goats play this time of year,
and then once home we were all for supper
and quiet, restful play.
Certainly, that will do.