There’s nothing like sharing a sports adventure with a son. Especially a grown-up and sports-minded son. This adventure on the Spring Slopes at Lake Louise is one of my most cherished memories.
We took lessons together: “Ma, you’re doing great,” he said. We played on the bunny hills. “Way to go, Ma.” Then he went up. Up. Up. I could only let him go and watch. I was worried. But so proud. Kind of like when he was off to his first day of school. Somethings never change when you’re the Mother of a Son.