“We get our kids lift tickets for Christmas. They already have so much, and skiing is something we love to do together.” I was chatting with Robin Adams, a ski mom of 10 and a grandmother of 12 from North Carolina.
Each year, her entire family drives to Snowshoe, West Virginia on the day after Christmas. They come from all over the southeast and meet for a week to celebrate, enjoy each other’s company and ski.
As my sons have gotten older, I’ve become more aware of how important shared experiences really are. Time together really is the greatest gift. Over the years, we’ve built memories and traditions that bind us together. Rather than complaining about having to go away for a weekend with their parents, our boys look forward to it. So do we.