We naively assumed that Willie remembers everything he learned at Christmas at the Austrian ski school. Grossarltal has beautiful, snowy slopes, nothing but ski. It seemed to us at least.
‘We made a mistake!’ Magda looked at me reproachfully, to make it clear that the plural was used in this case only for pure courtesy.
‘Honey, but all the instructors…’
‘All the instructors have lied to us all the time! Look at these kids on the slopes. This one is probably the same age as Will. And this one is certainly younger. And what? They are skiing nice. And our son…’
Do you also have such a feeling that on the slope everyone has better equipment, nicer suits, and above all, they ski better from you?
We have that. But the most sensitive issue is the level of ski skills of our son. Magda wants him to be the smartest, the greatest, the bravest and the best in everything. If something goes wrong – for example, as now, when Will is on skis and for half an hour, he only says that he wants to go back to the hotel, go to the pool, then spend the evening watching cartoons on the tablet – her first thought is: we made a mistake because we did not start teaching the child to ski at the age of two. But all the instructors, in Poland, Slovakia and Austria, convinced us that the ideal time to put a child on skis for the first time is four years…