Being 9 months pregnant puts a damper on our outdoor activities, but I still want my kids to get out and be active. This is where I recruit others. A few weeks ago Grandpa came to take the kids on a ski adventure.
With little g only three years old her ski skills are minimal. Just read here to see how well my attempt at skiing with her was. She's still learning the basic concept of stopping. Thankfully Grandpa was willing to try a short green run with her between his skis. She loves the downhill movement, often saying "Weeee!" as if she's on a slide at the park. But I feel like it's a lot of work to take her skiing, which is why she was done after just one run.
Big E on the other hand, has gone semi pro. Not really, but he's not afraid to ride intermediate blues or try tiny jumps or side trails through the trees. Grandpa, who only gets on skis once or twice a year, said he was a great ski partner. "We're about at the same level right now, in a few years I'm sure he'll be blasting past me."
Watching from the sidelines while my kids had all the outdoor fun would normally make me feel like I was missing out. In this season of my life, however, I can recognize that it's okay for me to sit out, rest, relax. Just being in the outdoors, breathing the air will have to be enough for now. My body can only handle the extra burden of growing a baby, it can't handle snowboarding, skiing, hiking and biking as well. And that's okay.
It can be hard to love your body as it increases in weight and decreases in energy. But it's good to try, after all, it's the only body you've got.