Mother-Daughter Date

I suppose "Mommy-Daughter Date" lacks the alluring alliteration that "Daddy-Daughter Date" boasts, and in a bit more foundational sense, it leaves something to be desired in the area of modeling for your little girl how she should be treated by men, but my daughter for one, needs some serious mommy time. 

When we first introduced daddy-daughter dates to Angie a few months ago, she asked, "Why can't Mommy come?" And she refused to spend one-on-one time with Jon. Her rejection of the father I'd chosen for her did not endear me to her, nor convince me to give her the mommy-daughter time she craved and feared she was losing. From my perspective, we'd had a year and a half of alone time together, and we were still constantly riding in the car, working on her homework, speaking our secret code language, aka Spanish, it was time for her to start bonding with her new father. But Angie's number one love language is "play" so in her eyes, my efforts were worthless. If we're not tickling, wrestling, or giggling, we may as well be in different rooms as far as she's concerned. 

Today, was not intended to be Mommy-daughter time. We'd been planning Angie's first ski trip for over a month. We decided a day at the semi-local semi-mountain, Perfect North, would be a good introduction to balancing on snow before we spend a few days in Colorado visiting family for her spring break next month. But Jon's sinus infection this week has barely left him with strength to brush his teeth let alone traipse around on skis all day. So, very disappointedly, Angie and I left him and made our way to Indiana to meet up with a good friend Andrea and a beautiful day for learning to ski.

The day was not without its challenges. Angie must have said, "I cannot!" at least 50 times, but each time with coaxing and instruction she proved herself wrong, and the result was pretty impressive. She's not slaloming like a pro just yet, but her last run was a long winding blue without a single fall, and even more importantly, she didn't want to leave the park, even to end the day with an hour of tubing. I'll count that as a Win; we're both looking forward to hitting the real slopes out West, she's a bit more prepared for the real snow, and we had some real bonding time.

On the way home I said to Angie, "That was like a Mommy-Daughter Date."

She replied, "And it was a perfect one!"

As a memento of our special time, I put together a little video keepsake for her.  Check out Angie taking on a mountain for the very first time!