Thursday, February 19, 2009


Last weekend our friends invited us to their vacation home for a family ski trip. It was actually the second time we had been there. Two and a half years ago I wrote about Sharing History* with them (and others). I summed up that trip -- which was only the two couples -- this way:

This weekend we were blessed to be able to get away for a kid-free weekend with some friends. We enjoyed sharing meals, quiet moments on the porch reading and chatting, some game playing, and a standing Spades challenge. We learned more about each other's family histories (and folk lore), some funny stories and some sad memories. But most importantly, we began to collect the stories that we can share with our children and with each other: watching and listening to the loons, swimming in the lake in the rain, warming by the fire in July, canoeing, cooking and eating together, winning and losing games, and being comfortable enough to do absolutely nothing.
This last visit was different. It was not only the two couples, but also our six children. Instead of a quick two-day trip, this was a longer four-day excursion. But reading back over my summary of the last getaway, much was the same: sharing meals, reading quietly together, laughing, and most importantly sharing and creating memories.

We also took the kids skiing. I didn't cry as I've been known to do on the slopes (from fear/frustration/fatigue). Amanda did once, when the "very easy blue slope" that Terry and Geordie had gone on turned out to have a very steep (but short) drop that they didn't remember.

It was fun skiing with the kids, and as a group. We couldn't have asked for better weather. It was sunny and 30 both days. Three different children lost three different gloves (one off the chair lift!), but all three were recovered.

That's success.

You've probably heard the tongue-in-cheek definition of insanity, which is doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results.

I'm defining this success as taking the risk to do something again, hoping for the same wonderful results.

I'm hoping that we'll get another chance to test the theory.


*You are invited to read the whole post, which is some of the "old good stuff" from my blog.

Another post that I looked up in preparation for this post were the ones I wrote two years ago about my first ski trip after a skiing accident and subsequent surgery. I'm proud of those too (Part 1 and Part 2).


Carrie said...

So glad to hear that you had such a fun family get-away! Those are SO nice!

Bottles Barbies And Boys said...

I'm so jealous, I want to cry on some slopes!

Katrina said...

Sounds like lots of fun! And I'm glad you were not reduced to tears on the slopes. Skiing does seem (to me) like a prime cry-inducing activity. So many opportunities for frustration!