Being a Ski Mom is the best

Even before I became a mother I wanted to be a Ski Mom.  I used to shadow classes of wee ones on the mountain.  Were the kids happy?  They all looked so cute, ok at least until someone cried.  Inside the lodge I’d see Moms pulling sandwiches out of coolers, giving the nod as the kids spilled on about all the runs they took that morning, their heads sweaty from their hats and their cheeks red from the cold.  I loved it.  All of it.  Now that I’m a Mom, I’m doing the same thing.  My favorite part of the day is when my youngest (7) gets off the lift for the first time of the day.  He shouts out “waaa hooo” and throws his arms up in the air.  He’s ready for some mountain fun and I can’t wait to find out what the day will bring to us.