Weekend Stories..... On Saturday morning we fond ourselves downtown. L had asked Siri something on his iPod the night before and she said she couldn't answer because she hadn't had her chocolate today. L said "Yum, I want some" and up popped directions to two chocolate places on maps. Hey, a weekend can't be bad that starts out with chocolate, right?
T went up skiing to Sunday River with friends. The ups and downs of parenting this age group are just hard. It's messy and emotional, and exhausting. You can never say and do the right thing. There is a lot more, Holy crap, I did screw that up..., I'm sorry" and the faults you see in them you know are your faults too. It's so hard giving them to the world. Just like that they are gone, with friends and secrets and their own lives. There are things about them that you don't know anymore. Your family does family things with one less. It's bittersweet.
Sunday we skied too. Probably the coldest day we have ever attempted skiing. It was seven degrees.
These volunteers that teach people with all different kids of disabilities to ski are angels. The people who show up at 9 am on a Sunday when it's seven degrees out and ski all day and cheer out loud for even the smallest accomplishment. There are no words.
I think they'll always remember our family ski days. Packing everything up the night before. Trail mix, soup and hot chocolate. Mom and Dad dragging them out of bed at the crack of dawn, stopping at Dunkins for a hot drink, an OJ and an egg and cheese bagel, hot tubs and more soup when we get home. Yep, these are the days.
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