Snowmama- the Ski Mama

Snowmama's, this is the position I applied for. Found it on Facebook. This is something thru Park City and posted on facebook site.

I had to fill out an app with several questions; one asking about a favorite memory involving skiing. I had many memories and it was difficult to decide which memory to use. I did write about the time we took our lunch in a backpack up the chair lift, skied down until we found a perfect picnic spot and then all 5 of us sat down in the snow, spread the table cloth, put out the food and we had a picnic in the snow. I

I also wanted to write about the time we were helping Justin learn to ski, he was about 4 years old. He was afraid to just go down the slope by himself so for the afternoon I skied with him, his skis between mine in the snowplow form. After going down several times slowly Justin decided to go down on his own and from there he took off and left me in a cloud of snow dust.

Dale and I met when I was talking to a college friend about skiing. He walked up and joined the conversation and we left together. We skied for our honeymoon at South Lake Tahoe but in those days he thought that he didn't want to bother skiing with me; he was convinced that he was so much better. Now we stay together.

Our oldest boy, Nate, was born in February. We drove up to Sierra Summit and took turns skiing and holding our 2 week old little boy. I'd nurse Nate when it was my turn to take him. We bought one ticket and put it on a jacket we both could wear, trading the jacket with the one whose turn it was to ski.

About 3 years ago we were concerned about our grandson; he was afraid and being blind in one eye we thought that skiing would give him confidence and a way to work on his depth of field. We took he and his sister plus our 2 other grand daughters to the local ski hill, Shirley Meadows. The 80+ year old instructor who taught our boys was happy to help out there. By afternoon the 3 girls were doing well but our grandson was timidly plowing down the hill. I skied with my grandson a couple of runs talking him thru the turns then he took off as did the girls. Yikes, they raced straight down the hills.

Our youngest grand daughter, the sister of our grandson, at first said that she absolutely did not want to ski and only agreed to come along to play in the snow. Unfortunately for her I tricked her into taking a lesson as I wanted for her to try the sport. She isn't very athletic but I just wanted for her to try. She squabbled about the lesson but went along with it. On our drive home she asked when we'd ski again. I told her that I didn't know she wanted to ski again. Her reply: “Grandma, I said I wanted to ply in the snow and skiing is playing in the snow”. Now just a couple of weeks ago she asked if we'd get to ski as soon as there was snow.

Yes I do want to be a “snowmama/snowgrandma”.