In preparation for our upcoming ski trip, Carson and I headed out to practice. We have a small "mountain" nearby and he got his first dose of the slopes. There were a few tears shed at first. Either everything comes naturally easy or overprotective mother prevents too much of a struggle for her son, so working through difficult tasks isn't his strong suit. However, this one he couldn't and wouldn't let him quit on. Sure enough...he got it! I am not saying he is going to be an Olympic skier or anything, but he can get down the hill. I was tremendously proud of his dedication to task and his good attitude. I was also proud of my patience during the lesson together. I have learned, the hard way, that it is very difficult to teach your own children. But, am making a very conscious effort to enjoy teaching him and make sure he enjoys learning. Today was good for both of us. He now loves skiing and thinks he is the best kid skier ever. I love his sense of confidence! As for me, I didn't lose my patience, but pulled every muscle known to man getting him to ski. It was a great day, one I will remember forever.
Here's a peek at my talented son! Ignore my high pitched film voice, but if you listen, you can hear him commending himself, in spite of my hopes for more speed.
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