Fresh Tracks

When I was seven, I told my mother that I wanted to learn how to ski.

Like most immigrants new to the country, my mother had never gone skiing before in her entire life and, at the age of 33, didn't feel compelled to start learning anytime soon. However, she was adamant in her desire to expose me and my brother to everything this country had to offer.

After doing some research, my mom found these discount group tours that would take us to the mountain and provide ski lessons. I remember how she'd wake up before sunrise in order to pack breakfast, lunch and snacks. Then, the three of us would get into this giant bus with a bunch of strangers and drive for several hours to the mountain. While I was in ski school, she would sit inside the lodge all day with a book and my little brother by her side.

Those early bus trips fostered my deep-seated love for skiing. Since then, I've been fortunate enough to ski at more than 50 different mountains in four different countries. I love it.

For a city boy like me, there are very few things in life more enjoyable than waking up early, putting on my ipod, and skiing by myself in the great outdoors. I love the peace and quiet. I love the solitude. I love the thrill of challenging yourself to overcome your fears. And besides, what's more fun than writing your name in pee on top of a secluded mountain?

Ever since the Peanut was born, I've been waiting to get her up on skis.

In fact, ever since she could speak, I've been working on getting her excited about skiing. If she asked me whether skiing was fun, I'd always reply, "Well, do you like chocolate cake? Ice cream? Penguins at the zoo? Staying up past your bedtime? Skiing is just like all that stuff...but even better!"

So, after waiting all season to find the right weekend, I finally decided that I was going to take Peanut skiing for the first time this past Sunday. Although at 3.5 years of age, she's still a little too young, I wanted her to get in a couple of days skiing this season so she could start getting really excited about it.

Fast forward to Sunday morning.

The night before, BossLady and I had gone to a friend's dinner party for his 35th birthday. It was an intimate gathering with a few close friends. However, my buddy counts among his close friends Sting, P.Diddy, Josh Hartnett, Dean Winters, and several other recognizable names. The dinner was totally bizarre and I think I ended up drinking half a bottle of vodka. I vaguely remember an extremely drunken conversation with P.Diddy, where I ended up giving him a man-hug and saying, "keep doing what you're doing, man."  I'm lucky his bodyguard didn't beat the crap out of me for being such an idiot. Oh well.

Needless to say, I woke up early Sunday morning with a massive hangover. The last thing I wanted to do was get in the car, drive two hours, and give the Peanut ski lessons. All I wanted to do was die a slow death or eat bacon-egg-and-cheese sandwiches all day in front of the television.

But then suddenly I got the image in my head of my mother waking up before dawn so that her oldest son could learn how to ski. She didn't even like skiing and was doing everything possible to allow me to learn.

How could I not do the same for my own daughter? Selfish bastard!

I popped out of bed, swallowed about 10 Advils, and then jumped in the car with the Peanut. Three hours later, she was up on skis for the first time in her life. She was so tiny compared to all the other kids. And although there was one occasion where she had a mini-meltdown, she eventually started having a great time and was soon tearing down the mountain yelling "Yippee!"

She loved riding on the "magic carpet."

And hitting her friend C on the head while wearing helmets.

When we got home, she was so excited about having gone skiing that she wouldn't shut up about it. First, she talked BossLady's ear off over dinner. Then, she demanded on calling my brother and my parents to tell them that she "went skiing for the first time by her big-girl self." She even wanted to call all her teachers and friends at home to tell them about it.

Honestly, I don't know who was more excited: me or her. It was so amazingly cool to see my daughter having so much fun skiing for the first time. I felt like I'd been waiting for this moment forever and it only served to remind me about how many things I want her to experience during the course of her lifetime.

As the old bumper sticker says, "Life is short. Carpe Skiem."

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What activity are you dying to do with your kid? Now or when they get older? And for parents of older kids, did you always find your children receptive to sharing some of your interests? Or were they like, "Pshaw, old man. Camping is for losers."

 

Comments

[trent]

I always hoped my two daughters would enjoy fishing with me. When they were little they did but when they became teenagers, they decided that there were funner things than waking up early on Saturdays to go fishing with dad. Hopefully, one of them will marry a fisherman.

[CaliMommy]

So cool that Peanut had a blast her first time skiing. I can't believe you took her despite the hangover. You're a great dad.
My dream is to take my 2 kids (almost 4 and 1 y.o.) to my home island of Tahiti. I have such awesome memories of spending the day at the beach swimming, playing in the sand, and discovering tiny crabs, snails, sea urchins and other ocean wonders. I can't wait to take them lagoon fishing and for them to discover how amazingly tasty fish-caught-right-off-the-ocean is.

[john]

I also love skiing and just finished taking 2 of my 3 daughters (9 & 7) with my Dad to Colorado skiing. We hit Steamboat last year and Keystone this year. The girls love it--they are getting good too. Last year we took them to Disney World and a month later took them on this Steamboat skiing. No one asked to go back to Disney but they look forward to skiing every year!

[RA]

After all that, I'm so glad that she had fun and avoided major injury. Because that would have been a total buzzkill.

I don't think my dad has really ever forgiven me for giving up piano lessons for competitive gymnastics. I never did make it to the Olympics, or even a full ride to Stanford, and an Asian without a virtuoso instrument is like a day with no sunshine.

[angela]

more about this party please??

did anyone just see john and kate plus 8...figure that- 8 kids on a plane to park city utah, skiing, skating, the works. insane, but so cool!

[pal]

I grew up in a ski family so I think it's great that you're getting Peanut up on skis at such a young age. Our family motto is that as long as they're toilet trained, they can go up the mountain.

My wife is pregnant with our first child. I can't wait for the day that he goes skiing for the first time.

[LogicalMama]

Rock climbing.... this is the year I am taking my son rock climbing.

[pamela j.]

I loved doing ballet as a girl so I'm hoping my daughter shows an interest in it. So far, she's a total tomboy and thinks ballet is for sissies. She is SO her father's daughter. Odds are that they'll end up going to monster truck events together.

[Busy Mom]

Will you take me skiing, too? I've never been.

[Molly Chase]

Ohh...I learned to ski at 2 1/2 (also with a probably-very-much-hungover father) and loved it so much I once almost dropped out of college to move to Utah and do it all the time.

Now, here I am with a 2 1/2 year old of my own, in Washington D.C., with nary a ski lift in sight. I wish like hell I had taught him to ski this winter.

And I want to hear more about the party too.

[JAMom]

I remember getting on skis for the first time during my teen years and being a nervous wreck. I was so sure I was going to break my neck or worse, make an ass of myself on the slopes. So we’re going to try to expose the kids to skiing, ice-skating, swimming, etc. at an early age.

Traveling is up there as is sharing my love of good food. But both my husband and I can’t wait to pack up our telescope & ice chest (which will be chock full of ingredients to make campfire chigae) and take our kids camping.

[Anne Glamore]

I'm thrilled that my boys share my love of music, but where in the hell did their white asses learn to appreciate rap? And when did they start saying, "Yo, G" instead of "yes, ma'am?"

That's coolio that Peanut thought skiing was beast!

[Amanda]

Oh, skiing!!! That is also something that I did as a young child, and hope to do with my two girls. I thought 3 was a bit young, but now that Peanut has done it....we'll give it a shot.

As a child, I always hated carrying all the crap that goes along with skiing, and my mom would say if I couldn't carry my own equipment then I wasn't old enough to ski. I shut up real quick, and learned to love the mountain.

In addition to skiing, I want my girls to play an instrument (piano is my hope) and also tennis. I'm not into those body conscious sports like gymnastics and swimming for girls. It's hard enough to be a young girl without parading around in a bathing suit or leotard for sport.

[Darren]

I grew up in "the hood." My mom was a single parent and there was never much money for us to pursue any of our interests. As a child, I never skiied. I never went swimming. I never played tennis. We rarely did anything.

So, in an interesting twist, I find myself learning all these activities at the same time as my kids. I honestly don't know what is more enjoyable: the fact that I'm trying all these new things for the first time in my life or that I get to experience them together with my children. I'm loving it.

BTW...a friend of mine recommended your site to me. I didn't even know there was such a thing as daddy blogs. Keep up the great work!

[Papa Bradstein]

That's awesome, MD.

What joyful activity do I want to share with 3B? The only thing I have to show him is how to write his name; he already loves to pee everywhere.

[lawschoolmom]

THREE hours?! Good god, MD.

What activity do/did I want to share with my kids? Skiing. And they love it, but if I had to make a three-hour drive for them to do it they would've learned to ski on the nearest steep hill.

[Ka_Jun]

Our boy is going on 27 months old, now. I look to the day I can introduce him to some pristine single-track and a beautiful hardtail mountain bike of his own with excellent lines...*drool*

[chris]

All of my kids learned to ski at 3 years old. And I sit in the lodge. There isn't much else to do here in winter. But I haven't been skiing myself in 20+ years and I was never good at it.

But next year my youngest will be 3.5 and we are going to take ski lessons together. I fully expect that he will surpass me in a matter of hours and I will be left alone consoling myself on the magic carpet.

[Brave Astronaut]

A victim of my own procrastination, I am now 40 years old, while one son is 3 and the second is 2 months old. I am so screwed.

I would like my children to show some natural athletic ability, but they won't have inherited any from either Mrs. Brave Astronaut or me.

But I can see myself in the dugout, coaching little league. Arguing calls with the ump, hitting him with my cane . . .

Perhaps they can support their aged parents in the lifestyle in which we would liked to become accustomed.

[Mama Nabi]

PEANUT is DARLING in her ski gear!
I remember LOVING ice skating (don't know if I still can) so I'm looking forward to that... traveling - now that's something I can't wait to enjoy with LN.

[Paige Jennifer]

My parents met over a pair of ski gloves so it was inevitable I'd be a snow bunny. At three, my dad strapped Snoopy Skis to my feet, put me between his legs and with my arms wrapped around his thighs we snowplowed our way down. I quickly graduated to a more independent state, sometimes sharing a mogul run and other times venturing off on my own. No matter what, we always regrouped in the lodge for some hot chocolate.

Unfortunately, when I was 8 my dad was diagnosed with a rare neurological disease that affected his balance (as in he doesn't really have any). We hit the mountain one last time when I was fourteen but with his health deteriorating, it marked our last ski adventure.

My dad has been sick for so long, I really can't remember how he used to walk. But I will never forget how graceful he was on skis. Mountain memories are the best so give Peanut as many as you can muster.

[enygma]

That's awesome. Maybe we'll see her at the Winter Olympics or at the X-Games in the future.

[Helene]

You're such a great dad, MD. It's uplifting to see so many fathers so involved in their kids' lives these days. Every time I read one of your posts, I can tell how much you truly enjoy being a parent.

[Chris Austria]

I wake my children up to play tennis at first they hated getting up so early but now they are the ones getting me up in the morning. And golf, don't even get me started...

[Jen]

Gorgeous post, man. Awesome. Should submit it to a magazine.

I hope my 2.5 yo daughter someday loves to read. I'm such a nerd.