TBT to the first time I left the little guy with a friend. And I went out for a ski with my girlfriends.
I almost cried.
It was early October. We had gotten some snow and the sun was shining. It wasn’t going to last very long.
For the record, I love early season nordic skiing. There aren’t many places to go, so you’ll usually run into a bunch of people you know. The weather is usually warm and sunny. And everyone is so pumped to get out and slide around, that I usually have a pack of girlfriends to ski with.
The company more than makes up for what the conditions lack. The air is buzzing, everyone is excited to get out on skis and for the potential of the winter to come.
But, like I said, the conditions are lacking. No Joke.
You may be hopping over (or tromping through) rocks, sticks, and mud patches. The snow might have melted and glazed over, so the ride down is fast and furious.
It’s not pretty, quiet, shussing through the trees. It’s more like holding on for a ride — like the
haunted houses at the boardwalk. You might have to jump over something, come to a quick stop, or a moose might jump out in front of you.
In short, it’s no place for le bebe.
So I called in a babysitting trade that I had arranged with a friend, loaded up in the car with my girlfriends, and headed out toward the pass.
I had exactly three hours between feedings, which meant a 2 hour trade and as much skiing as I could wring out, between driving out and back to the trailhead.
Everything went well, we squeezed 5 girls and 3 dogs, along with skis, poles, and gear into an SUV
and hit it. We spent some time laughing, stretching our legs, and breathing deep — all in beautiful Colorado sunshine. And then we quickly headed back to town. After what seemed forever unloading and swapping gear, I got back to my house, jumped in the car and zoomed up the mountain to pick up my boy. My boobs and psyche were about to explode with milk, nerves and anticipation.
I exploded into my girlfriend’s house to find out Baby-Love took a good nap and was happily awaiting my arrival.
It’s not always easy to leave your little ones — especially the first time. But for me to have that sense of normalcy and a couple of hours to do something that I adore, I felt like it gave me a chance to be a better mom and for the little guy to explore the world without me.
What was your first experience leaving your baby like? What did you get out and do?