I don't have a blog, still can't figure it out. Maggie turned 5 yesterday; she is growing up so fast. Tomorrow we are having a party for her, with about 8 other children from her nursery school. This is her first real party, more than just 2 or 3 friends at our house. She's so excited. We went away for Christmas; on a mini ski trip(I've never gone skiing before and neither have the kids). I feel that this is a bragging moment; but I am so proud of both my kids. They both had lessons; Sammy snowboarding and Maggie skiing. I felt like a was going to have some anxiety freak out when my husband said Maggie was going for ski lessons for 2 hours with children I didn't know; all I could picture was boogers flying everywhere kids coughing on Maggie. Maggie goes to all kinds of things, classes, partys, nursery school, but I know the teachers, the kids, their parents. My husband looked at me and said should we let Sammy do the lesson and not Maggie, that he'ld teach her himself. I said no, because Maggie wanted the lessons; she has NO FEAR. It was a hard parenting moment. Letting her go. I swear; at the end of the lesson, she could go down that bunny hill, beautifully, no falling, the next day, she was trying to show me her "jumps". Sammy too. I felt like my heart would pop out of my chest. Then I got on the skis, and for sure Maggie thought it was so funny, seeing me fall down.
I told my kids, how proud I am of them. Like a life lesson, try something new and a little scary, fall down and keep getting up. It was great.
I told my kids, how proud I am of them. Like a life lesson, try something new and a little scary, fall down and keep getting up. It was great.