the next day they'll be better!
A Warren Miller line, I believe. (and probably as close as I'm ever going to get to being part of Warren Miller's world)
So, it happened to me on the last day of the season. On our once-a-day mad dog run, I couldn't catch my daughter. First time ever. High fives and big hugs at the bottom of the hill, bought her a new pair of skis this off-season, I'm one proud papa.
BUT, now I've had six months for this to roll around in the back of my mind and it's messing with my head somewhat. Wondering (worrying) what this season will bring. There's a couple of older threads that talk about this, since it's now very near and dear to my heart I thought I'd ask for fresh comments. How have other parents dealt with this milestone? Just as much as practical, day to day on the hill matters and the "letting go" process, looking for ways to soothe my ego and avoid feeling over the hill. I'd also welcome thoughts/experiences to deal with teenage attitude that may arise (who am I kidding, I know that's going to rear it's ugly head sooner or later)