Wilbur Family Christmas card time usually consists of professionally-taken photos of our three children — befitted in their L.L. Bean-best — in the midst of a fall landscape grinning with autumnal hues.
This year was no different, as we brought the kids to Breakneck Hill Conservation Land in Southborough, Mass. earlier this month for a photo shoot along the trails and under the trees of what was a serene atmosphere in the minutes before dusk. Rolling hills greet visitors here; nothing spectacular (the highest point is about 400 feet, according to the MetroWest Daily News), but enough to get a skier’s mind going.
To my delight, it was my 12-year-old son who suggested the possibility.
While I’ve always hoped that my children would latch onto the same passion that I have for skiing, it’s never been a point of mine to force any sort of sport or activity upon them. Luckily, all three have found a liking to snapping into their bindings and joining Dad on the hill. There’s plenty I can do to help in that regard. I can teach them to turn, encourage them to wear the proper gear, and point out obstacles and reasons to pursue a certain trail.