Just like Mommy

Boot, snuggle in; buckle, clip up; mitten, squeeze in. Left, then right; me, then my sister, as mommy tidied up our four limbs.

Fleeces, tuck in; jackets, zip up; helmets, put on; goggles, adjust tight.

Amid a chaotic blur, we shuffled out of the lodge with eagerness into the whiteness…

Two little ducks teeter-tottered behind mommy duck, who staggered uphill, carrying six skis.

Until one day, I asked to each carry our own. As mommy turned around, she took this photo, saying “I am touched, honey.” In the photo, I carried four skis for my sister and me. I just wanted to be like mommy…