Persistence!

My boy, he is a persistent one and I mean that as a compliment.

I took Sam to Bolton for a beautiful day of spring skiing. He decided to snowboard instead of ski. He's taken just one lesson and he's practiced on a hill near our house but he hasn't done much snowboarding this year.

We started on the tow rope. Sam would start down the hill, fall, get up, start, fall, get up, start, fall....

I could tell he was frustrated; he slapped the ground, cried out in anger.

But he got up, and did it again and again and again.

He asked to try the lift, so we did. He managed it just fine. We went down a steeper section and he fell and got up and fell and got up.

By the end of the day he was snowboarding, slowly but in control, down blue trails with only a fall now and then.

He made me proud, not so much for his accomplishment, however impressive, but for his persistence.