missing the mountains

There are parts of town where you can see them and they are still topped with snow. The mountains make me feel so tiny and that all my hang-ups and complexes are insignificant in the grand scheme of things, while at the same time they make me feel very much alive and an essential part of something big and mostly magical. Who doesn’t want to feel alive and part of something magical? I do!

I keep thinking of our ski trip. The silent moment in the lift, with my beautiful, magical son. Sharing squares of chocolate, wiping our noses, and the time still and slow until we reach the top. Then the thrill of the slope, the bright white snow and the crisp cool air and the lightness in your chest as you pick up speed. That crystalline moment when your mind is both full and blank and all you feel is lightness filling you up and washing you out. You are connected to the mountain and the snow, and your son and the sky, and the satisfying sound of skis scratching snow. It all fits together so perfectly, perfectly. You are awake and alive and life can be very, very good sometimes, and everything might be always in transformation and nothing stays the same, but who is thinking about that anyway when the sun shines so gloriously the way it does in the mountains?

That’s it. You’ve reached the bottom. Your son squeezes your gloved hand through his, and you can’t see his eyes behind his goggles, but you know he feels it too.

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About Jennifer

I'm a freelance translator and American expat. I live in Northern Italy with my two young sons.
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4 Responses to missing the mountains

  1. L says:

    Your writing is so beautiful. 🙂 I admire how you recognize and cherish moments, it’s something I try to do too.

  2. Katerina says:

    I wasn’t going to say anything (other than that, stupidly, I wished for a “like” button) but then I saw that you labeled this partially “like anyone cares” – you MAKE us care with your beautiful words. It almost (but not quite!!) made me miss snow, and definitely makes me look forward to moments like this with my beautiful 2.5 year old daughter and 7 month old son, when they get bigger.

  3. Gilla says:

    Another beautiful tribute to a lucky little boy by his loving mother. You really have great use of words!!!

  4. Chris says:

    That was beautiful. I really want to go skiing, now.

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