Proud of myself today
Saturday, February 28, 2015
My third grader and I are sharing a cold. I've had a bad week with being too busy and feeling sick. However a few weeks ago she had asked us to sign up for snowshoeing. Our local library was sponsoring an event with a local adventure camp so it was free to go. Neither of us had ever done it before.
Let me be clear. I am not a winter sport person. I do not ski. I do not snowmobile. I do not ice skate anymore. In winter I prefer walking indoors. I go outside out of necessity, not for sport.
It was cold this morning and as I said we've both been sick. It would have been easy to cancel. We didn't. She got ready on time and we went.
We went to the wrong house. I got stuck in a snowbank trying to back out of the driveway. We could have quit. We didn't.
We went to the library to confirm the location and found out we'd been across the street from where we needed to be. Mind you this is a small town and the location is on a dirt road with long driveways, high snowbanks, and no signs showing us where we needed to be. So after finding out where we were supposed to go we could have quit. We were late now after all. We didn't. We went back and found the place.
We showed up finally and were greeted by a few people I know and others who we did not know. Neither of us loves meeting new people. We could have been shy and walked away. In fact my daughter did hide behind me and whisper during the ice breaking activity where we had to interact with others in the group and ask them questions printed on cards. I'm not sure I actually learned anyone's names except the leaders. We were in it now though.
The leaders helped us into snowshoes and led us out through the woods. We weren't going on a trail that had already been groomed etc. We were "breaking trail", going through the woods up and down hills in the snow that was two or three feet deep. We were also looking for signs of wild animals. We didn't see the animals but we saw their signs.
After a while the leader asked us if we wanted to go on or turn around. Each time he asked my daughter answered "go on". We fell. We got up again. We got cold but we continued on. My daughter even found her voice and asked questions and pointed out new things to others. She got up front and saw what a weasel track looked like. She found mouse prints and a deer bed.
For about ninety minutes we snowshoed. We did a sport we had never done before with mostly people we did not know. She was only one of two children. The others in our little group were adults. She was also the youngest. She did it though. And because she did it I did it too.
Together we tried something new. I'm proud of her and I'm proud of myself too.