Every morning for the last week the first word's out of Jackson's mouth have been, "Is it ski lessons today?" I had let him know last weekend that his ski lessons would begin the following Saturday, not realizing that to my four year old Saturday could literally mean in an hour. His excitement was contagious for the entire week as we rented his ski package, bought his new ski coat and went to pick up his ski pass.
When the day finally arrived I heard him stirring first thing in the morning, (as usual he had made his sneak into Mommy & Daddy's room around 3am) and upon realizing he was in fact awake I heard a giant gasp from his side of the bed followed by a scream of, "it's ski lesson day!" Yes, the day he had been waiting on had finally arrived. I'm not sure if he took a full breath the entire drive to the mountain as he yapped and yapped and yapped about what the day would be like. I was as excited for him as he was.
Park the car, battle the sea of parents, kids, skis, boots, and freezing cold temperatures, and to his ski class we arrived. I introduced Jackson to his new teacher and turned to leave and go enjoy a few runs of my own when I hear a screaming and crying behind me. No, that couldn't be... Is that.... OMG that is Jackson! Having a damn fit because he doesn't want me to leave him at ski lessons.
How is this possible? I have heard nothing but "ski lessons" for seven days straight and now I have the one kid on the mountain throwing an absolute tantrum. I was truly shocked as I tried everything in my power to pull him off of my legs and stay where he was meant to stay. After 20 minutes of bargaining, wrestling and trying not to look like a child abuser in front of 100 other parents, I finally left him lying in the middle of the snow crying his eyes out.
From there I go back to my car, sit and cry my eyes out. I felt terrible for having left him, not to mention overwhelmed by what had just happened. Eventually I pulled myself together and tried my best to enjoy the free time I had to snowboard.
When the time arrived to pick Jackson up I was fearful of what lay ahead. What if he's still lying in the same spot where I had left him four hours earlier? He turned to see me just as I was walking up to the mountain and with horror on his face he screams, "Noooooo, I want to keep skiing!!" Are you freaking kidding me?