Updated: July 31, 2023
As a child, I was often encouraged to step outside my comfort zone. Fast forward to my twenties, and the advice shifted to honing in on a specific path and discovering my true calling. Now, in my forties, I find myself inundated with articles and experts advocating for new experiences once again. Yet, amidst all this guidance, I never anticipated that reflecting on my past failures would ultimately impart the most profound lessons.
Growing up on the West Coast, I spent my holidays in a charming resort town near Mt. Bachelor. Skiing was the quintessential winter activity. Although I was reasonably athletic, I never quite grasped the art of skiing. After several lessons, my inaugural solo run down the mountain was a complete calamity. I was so paralyzed with fear that the ski lift operators had to reverse it because I couldn’t muster the courage to disembark. Standing at that summit, the vast, intimidating expanse of white before me triggered a wave of panic, and in that moment, I swore off skiing for good.
Fast forward two decades, and I found myself a new mother in the picturesque Adirondacks, sharing life with my husband, Tom. One weekend, he suggested, “How about we go skiing?” My initial response was a firm, “I can’t be away from the baby that long,” a sentiment I clung to for the next three years as we welcomed two more daughters. But when our girls hit ages 4, 6, and 8, Tom proposed again, “Let’s teach the girls to ski.”
A shiver of dread coursed through me as memories of my past failures resurfaced. I was terrified of undermining the confidence I had built as a mother by returning to a mountain that once made me feel so inadequate. However, the allure of winter activities that fostered family bonding was hard to resist. “Alright,” I conceded, “but managing three kids on the slopes will be tricky.” What I really meant was that I feared my own abilities more than anything else.
Tom’s enthusiasm was infectious as he wrapped his arm around me. “We’ll figure it out together.” We embarked on a mission to gather all the necessary gear—mittens, hats, snow pants, and jackets for our girls. Through a combination of purchases, rentals, and hand-me-downs, we managed to keep costs reasonable. We practiced dressing and learned the importance of bathroom breaks before suiting up. Yet, with each passing moment, my anxiety grew. Once the lift tickets were secured, I knew it was time to face my fears.
We started on the bunny hill, and after a few runs, Tom took the older girls up the lift while the youngest and I stayed behind. To my surprise, she embraced skiing with enthusiasm, maneuvering down the hill like a natural. Before long, Saturday mornings at the mountain became a cherished routine for our family.
The sight of my daughters bundled up in colorful ski gear became as essential to our lives as their beloved toys. One Friday morning, Tom suggested, “Want to go into work late and hit the slopes for a bit?” I was taken aback; skiing had initially been a family affair. However, I agreed.
As we ascended the lift without the girls, I felt a pang of nostalgia for their absence, but also a thrill of rebellion as I imagined their shocked faces at the thought of their parents ditching work to ski. Sitting side by side, our legs brushing against each other, I felt a sense of joy wash over me. The sun emerged from behind a cloud, illuminating the snowy landscape, and I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of how close I had come to missing this experience.
Revisiting skiing turned out to be a valuable lesson not just for my daughters, but also for me. It strengthened our family bond and allowed Tom to share something meaningful with me. Nearly four years since we embarked on this snowy adventure, I’ve learned that embracing what feels challenging can often lead to unexpected joy. I wouldn’t change my twelve-year-old self’s feelings, but I can confidently tell my kids—and remind myself—that time brings opportunities for second chances.
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Summary
Embracing challenges in marriage and parenthood often leads to personal growth. Jessica recounts her journey from a childhood fear of skiing to rediscovering the joy of the slopes as an adult, highlighting how facing past failures can build confidence and strengthen family bonds.
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