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I’m the Meanest mom in the whole world!

Monday, February 6th, 2006

This weekend the ‘get the teen out of bed to go skiing’ thing hit a head. His schedule last week other than school included Boy Scouts Tuesday, we let him go to the Teen Center after school Thursday, and he went to a friends house after school Friday. Saturday morning my husband dragged him out of bed at 0830 to go dig snow caves with the boy scouts for for next weekends camp out. Sunday I got him up at 0900 to go skiing. He didn’t want to go, he wanted to sleep until noon then play video games the rest of the day. I have a rule, if he skips skiing no video games all day. My husband applies the same rule to scouting events.

I dragged his grumpy bum out of bed at 0900 and we headed out the door at 1100, plenty of time to improve his attitude. But to no avail, he was in such a foul mood when we got the ski hill if flowers had been around they would have wilted. “Skiing is boring and I don’t like it any more!”. And from that moment on he was determined to NOT have a good time. It snowed all week, skiing was going to be GREAT. Sure, it can’t be too much fun skiing with mom but all his friends ski black runs and we ski blue runs. We hopped right on the gondola and went straight to the top of the hill. I told him to meet me where we can see the runs off of Thunder lift, we looked up the hill and the snow looked great, It was not too windy, and there was not too many clouds on it. So we met at Thunder lift, I thought if we skied something harder he might cheer up but NO all the was up the lift the sulk on his face was worse than ever. We skied to a run called Rag Run, it is marked single blue but for a short time is more like double blue, but the snow was foot deep skied powder. I told him he could ski ahead and meet me at Casper, he skied off so fast he missed my face plant in the powder (I think that would have put a grin on his face).

We skied for over an hour separately, then I saw him on the chair when I was on my way down the run, I challenged him to catch up. He did in less than one run. When he caught up I said “Already!” he had a grin on his face (yes a real grin) and said “I ski faster than you”. We stopped in the warming hut for a snack and I could tell he had been having a good time despite himself.

The highlight of his day was when we met up with one of my friends and her kids then went to the bunny hill for one more run before going home. We were playing follow Jenny (she’s 5 years old) and she went on a short trail through the trees. Kyle did not follow, he just watched me scream like a little girl and fall on my ass.

He admitted he had a good day and about 9pm apologized for being a grump.

Yup, I’m the meanest mom in the whole world!

Skiing with my sons

Thursday, February 2nd, 2006
Getiing ready 2006

Getiing ready 2006

I learned to ski at Mammoth Mountain in California my Senior year of high school and moved to Jackson Hole after high school. I had my first son Doug on trekkies in the back yard at three and skiing on the slope at 5. I was a single mom and we were skiing at full price so we did not go very often. My equipment was from the 70’s and it was torture on my feet. I clearly remember my last day skiing. Doug was about six and we were skiing together on the town hill. After the first run he beat me to the bottom and hopped right back on the chair without me. I tried to catch up for two more runs, each time he was getting a little further ahead of me. I finely had another kid stop him and tell him to wait for me. When I caught up to him at the bottom of the run he was standing there, in the middle of everything, and everybody, crying crocodile tears. He looked up at me and while sobbing said “mommy, why won’t you ski with me?” That was it! No more for me! I decided to devote what little ski budget I had to him. I through all my equipment in a dumpster and swore if I ever decided to ski again I would buy a pair of boots that don’t hurt my feet. I put him in lessons with adults and at age nine he skied with his cousin on the town hill with no adults. When he was a little older I let him ski at Teton Village with his buddies a couple times a year.

On the slope – look above his head, to the left.. that is the warming hut we stop at.

I had my boys 10 years apart and now things are easier to fit into the budget. Jackson Hole Ski Resort has a 5th and 6th grade program… just for being a student in our valley kids get 10 free rentals, lessons, and a 10 punch ski pass. After that they get a free pass to match whatever their parents bought up to age 14. When Kyle started skiing in 5th grade I said to my husband “you know this means one of us need to start skiing again”. He said his knees could not take it and if he breaks a leg he can’t work, so I was elected. I had not skied for over 15 years. So I rented a pair set of ski equipment and hit the bunny hill to see if I remember how. My brain remembered how but my body totally forgot! OMG! After just two hours my legs hurt so bad I could hardly stand. Muscles hurt that I did not know I had, but I went back for more.

It was a fun day!!

It was a fun day!!

I’m not a hard core skier, I don’t have to be on the first tram then ski until they kick me off to have fun. I think of myself more like a sissy-skier. I like to ski nice wide groomed runs and make at least one stop at the warming hut. Getting up at the crack of dawn has been out of the question when trying to get a teenager out of bed anyway. Doesn’t that kid know how lucky he is to live here? Of course not! He’s a teenager, video games sound more fun than skiing with his mom on a cold morning. Just wait until he gets his first deep powder run, he will be the one complaining how hard it is to get his mom out of bed in the morning!

Now each September I sign up for a discounted weekend ski pass through my employer and with the programs the ski hill has my son has skied for free since 5th grade. Next season we pay full price for his pass (ouch!).

See ya on the slopes!

  • Ski Factiod: Snot freezes @ -2º
  • Ski Math: The number of runs your brain says you can do is exactly one greater than the number of rus you body can do.