Nah, she's enjoying the skiing, too. But she's terrified of getting on the lift. She has it in her head that unless Daddy is there to pick her up, she'll end up falling down which will result in her not being able to ride up on the same chair as us. Oh yes, she has it all figured out in her head and she's just waiting to be able to say "I told you so". In fact tonight her stomach is all in knots. Why? Because tomorrow we are putting the kids in a lesson and she is very stressed out about having to do the lift without an adult. Nevermind that the lift operators here are overly helpful with the kids. Sanjay has been lifted up and placed gently on the chair numerous times and both kids have been grabbed from behind and slid back into place by the same friendly operators. Reminding her of this doesn't seem to offer any relief for her unsettled stomach.
This girl worries an awful lot. Earlier this week we were told by a ski-repair-dude that the bindings on my 15 year old skis were not working properly. They, in fact, would not release my ski boots even under the greatest amount of pressure. He recommended, after he made the adjustment and took our $19, that I not ski on them because they were too dangerous. Under the stress test, he had never seen bindings that were this far out of the acceptable range. I was prepared to go ahead and ski this week with them because after all we were just getting started on the vacation. Did we really have time to shop for new skis and/or bindings? But, this little one was too worried about Mommy. She was afraid that I would break a leg. She made it clear that it upset her that I was even thinking about getting on those skis. Sometimes the worry is so sweet... other times not. Like when she notes the speed limit and lets me know when the speedometer exceeds it. Or when she makes a fuss about parking in a no parking zone, even if only temporarily. She keeps me in check; she certainly does.
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I completely understand dealing with a worrisome child. Brandon worries about storm warnings, tornadoes, dark clouds, locked doors and falling down. He took forever to learn to ride his bike, skate, or swim. But at the same time he is a go getter when it comes to sparing in Karate, maybe it is all the protective gear.
I was a worry-kid, and I'm a worry-adult too. But from a parent's perspective let me give you a glimpse of the end-result of a worrisome child... I never(NEVER) even experimented with drugs, I never smoked a single cigarette in my entire life, I never raced my car down the road, I did drink as a teenager, but refused to drive while drunk, .. I could go on.. you would think I had led a very boring childhood -but life presents plenty of challenges and excitement - especially for the worrisome types. :)
That's some adorable ski-hair!
What happened with your skis? Did you get some new ones? I'm with Priya all the way. You should not ski like that Sandy! You could break a leg! : )
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