The minute my kids were born, I knew that I would always tend to their needs before I tend to my own. But it never occurred to me that I would travel to meet their needs rather than mine (or, at the very least, ours as a family).
However, that's what happened when my son turned 11. He wanted to learn to ski and he wanted to learn in the mountains of Colorado. This was not music to the ears of a flatlander mom who believes a Chicago winter is best endured by spending as much time as possible in the Caribbean. Colorado, I believe, is a great place to visit ... in the summer.



