I really annoyed my son this week.
He’s mad, but I’ve got my reasons…
See as you read this we’re snowboarding in the Alps.
When you live in England if you want a mountainous white Christmas, needs must.
Last year was the first year, we’d taken Barney for a full week.
I’m no fan of wasting time on the nursery slope with toddlers.
For me, it’s real runs or nothing.
As it turns out Barney picked it up quite quick.
Good balance, good stamina, and little fear make a good little boarder.
So this year when I told him he’d be having lessons – every day, he was not a happy.
He was downright pyssed off.
“But why-y-y-y Dad?! I can do it on my ow-n-n-n!”
My response?
“Unlucky sunshine.”
He then huffed and puffed his way through packing up his boots and board.
Now, my reason for being an unrelenting annoying Dad was twofold.
First up, always be learning.
If Shaun White still takes snowboarding lessons so should he (and I).
And secondly?
If I’m paying, I’m choosing.
In other words, when you pay the bills, you make the rules.
And here is the thing…
I like snowboarding.
Alone.
It’s good for the mind, good for the body, good for the soul.
Meaning I can hit 2024 like a freight train.
So for half of the day, he is going off with the instructor.
And for the other half, we’ll hang out together.
No ‘ifs.’ No ‘buts.’ No ‘coconuts.’
Remember, in this game….
If Y-O-U are paying the bills.
Y-O-U get to make the rules.
Until next time.
Make More. Provide More. Be More.
Charlie Hutton
