Right before we left, I seriously handed Claire a sack full of cloths and said "Here you go, Merry Christmas." I've never done that in my life! She was ok with it since she had picked everything out anyway. Plus she usually spends a month hunting though the house looking for the Christmas stash, so she knows "everything" in advance, which drives me crazy. I can never figure out how she knows all the secret hiding places! They change from year to year, and still she finds them -- even when the hiding place is the garage of our next door neighbor. I think Claire has a budding career as a super sleuth.
The biggest change this year was that I agreed to done a pair a skis and hit the slopes, which I haven't done in over 15 years -- the year I gave birth to Claire and no longer fit into my size 2 ski pants. I was too worried about being fat, falling and not being able to get up.
But this year, I thought I'd give it a go. So I went to a rental shop and purchased what I needed for a day in the snow, which included pants in a size I dare not admit.
When we got to the resort, I put on my boots, hoisted my skis over my shoulder and made my way to the ticket office -- a feat in itself. I was already tired and sweaty by the time I got to the lift line. As I shuffled along I had dark thoughts:
"I am totally insane, I'm never going to remember how to ski. It's been much too long. And I am going to fall and not be able to get up unless a ski patrolman assists me. I am an old dog. I bet I fall the minute I exit the chair. I can't do this. I am wearing huge pants."
But then I saw an older dog in the line ahead of me who had on a pair of plus size ski pants. She was laughing and smiling and I thought "If that old dog can do it, so can I." Then I got on the lift without causing the lift manager to shut it down. A good sign.
It was a foggy day, with no visibility, and two feet of new powder, which made me nervous. But I pressed on, and made it down the hill falling twice only to avoid out-of-control snow boarders. I'll never get used to them, no matter how hard I try.
It took me a while to get up from the falls. I'm sure I looked like a turtle on it's back. But, I did it, and it wasn't as bad as I had thought. I would hate being a turtle though. Getting up is exhausting work.
It was a good day, in spite of the fog. I laughed hard with Eden, and watched Claire trade her skis in for a snow board. And I wasn't sore the next day, or the next. So I went skiing again -- two more times. It was so much fun. Why did I ever quit???
Advise from an old dog: Don't give up something you love just because you have to buy pants several sizes larger than you ever thought you would wear, to do it.