Come on, Mom, you can do it! Oh, I don’t know, honey, I’ve never done this before, and it scares me! And I’m old! What if I break something? Come on, Grandma, you can do it!! Oh, crud, I don’t know! I’m scared! MOM! Just do it!!!
The snow is new and soft! I am flying!! I AM FLYING!! Oh, how glorious is this?
The cold snow smacked at my face as I flew down that hill, face first, into the unknown! The abyss! OK, maybe not an abyss. I could not stop laughing. I laughed all the way down and sounded much like a hyena and way too loud to be a dignified grandma. You could hear my echoes in the forest beyond. I’m sure that the bears came out of hibernation to see if the world was coming to an end and squirrels took stock of their stockpiles, and then took cover!
What a grand way to end a rather tough year. And I learned something that I would like to share. Don’t wait. Pick your slope, and FLY! Don’t be afraid. Life IS short. Don’t wait ’til your 66 to try something new. GO FOR IT! You probably won’t break.
The next morning, I wanted to go again. But the snow had frozen and our heavenly valley slope had turned into hard, scary ice. The younger set went for it, and came home with lumps and bumps, and snow burns that they would boast about for days.
Thank you, kids, for coaxing me to take that leap of faith! And thank you for a Christmas holiday that I won’t forget for a very long time. And, God, thank YOU for all my blessings!
Happy New Year!
P.S. Yes, that lump that you see at the bottom of the hill? That is me. My face is in the snow and I’m laughing so hard that I cannot stand up!