Mallory was visiting friend and neighbour C’s cottage earlier this week and she got to go waterskiing. I’m totally thrilled. For a bunch of reasons not the least of which is it’s something I’ve never been able to do.
She got up on her first attempt and as you can see she was clearly enjoying herself. It’s just another happy reminder that my daughter is not me.
See I remember spending what felt like an entire afternoon in the lake at my cousins’ cottage being dragged behind a motor boat via ski rope, one failed attempt at time, with various familial onlookers offering increasingly less enthusiastic support as the afternoon wore on.
Eventually, pleased that the lake water hid tears, I abandoned the attempt.
I was probably around 12 or 13 and I’ve never tried since.
Thanks to C’s parents for feeding, boarding and entertaining Mallory for two days and for giving her such an empowering experience.