My husband and I decide to head North with the kids. They have been wanting to go to snow bowl for years. We tell them each they can bring a friend. My daughter’s friend drops out at the last minute. With tears in her eyes she says to me, “Mom, will you be my friend for the weekend?” How could I possibly say no? “Of course I will sweetheart.” The whole way north I’m internally stressing out because I’m tired and I just want to rest. I also have NEVER been on a pair of skis or snowboard. We get sized for boots and boards and head to the mountain. My inner child giggles. OMG I think to myself, I’m going to break my leg, I just know it. The kids try to teach me to get up. Nope, not happening. I have to roll over and walk up on the board backwards. Oh my gosh, its moving! Where are the breaks?! I’m sure I look like a pro. I was the entertainer that day. After practicing a while, I conquer what I feel was the black diamond. My daughter informs me that it was the bunny slope. Over the next few hours, I found myself flying through the air, making human snowballs and belly laughing until my stomach hurt. I did it! I am snowboarding! Yes, I fly until I crash and yes they had to stop the ski lift because I was not aligned properly when it came around and I ended up hanging off as it began to lift (thank goodness I was wearing a helmet) but by golly I AM A SNOWBOARDER. I was dreading the weekend but am so glad I didn’t opt out. I stepped in to save my daughter but I was the one who was saved. Saved from depression and given the gift of fresh air, laughter and a wonderful memory. I can’t wait to go again.