Mother’s Day was this past Sunday. And though I’m just getting around to posting this now, it doesn’t mean I forgot. I didn’t. After all, remembering our moms is important. They give us life, bring us up, and then bravely, inevitably, let us go.
But it’s the Ski Moms who I think deserve special recognition, not just on Mother’s Day, but every day. They’re the ones who make sure everyone has the hats, goggles, ski pants, boots, etc. that’s needed on the slopes. Who dress and undress the kids. Assemble the lunches. Haul the equipment. Harbor a secret stash of tissues/sun block/chap stick/energy bars for that unavoidable emergency. Accomodate multiple bathroom breaks and all the dressing and undressing that goes with them. Provide encouraging words after a fall. Drive to and from the mountain. Attend ski races. Wipe noses. Wipe tears. Administer first aid. Put on and remove boots/jackets/gloves/helmets. Make sure nothing gets left behind. Arrange ski lessons. Make sure the kids wear helmets.
For all you do, ski moms, for all your unwavering love, devotion, and support — we salute you!
And to my own mom, who doesn’t ski and never did, here’s to you, too. Thanks for supporting my skiing when I was a kid, and for continuing to support it — without ever asking ‘why’ — now that I’m an adult.
Here I am with my mom, and hey! I’m not in ski clothes!
Happy (belated) Mother’s Day!
