Mountain Baldy

My husband is a skier. Well that is actually an understatement. He lives the other six months of the year for the sweet snow months.

Small yet boasting mostly double black diamond runs, Mt. Baldy is my his favorite ski area 40 minutes outside of LA. It is a skier’s dream location.

 As a toddler and yearning to please her father, our sweet daughter would ask her father to go “squeeing” at Mountain Baldy. It was endearing. Yet, I would wince every time our family would speak of this winter wonderland. I had a secret that lay at the foot of this mountain.

My Forever Son

“A boy!?!? But…..” I muttered after giving birth to my strapping 10 pound child. “I thought you said it would be a girl?”

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Looking back, 1993 had been a momentous year for me. I had moved in with my husband, gotten married, and received the joyous news of fertility within a 3 month time frame. The events did not necessarily happen in that order.

Happiest Place on Earth

The human resource representative sold me on the job from the words “you will get an amazing tan!” He continued, “We save this job for those we feel are truly special. They have amazing parties after work. And the job involves pointing at cars and driving trams.” How could I resist the Disneyland parking lot attendant? At eighteen and off to college, I needed a job that provided, well, money and flexibility. This fit the bill.

The Parents, The Baby, and The Goodbye

Part Two.

I am not quite sure that the lovely couple (C&G) ever knew how I selected them? How to say, I liked the fact that you're blonde and tall? No, I am not really concerned about my unborn child's welfare. Just aesthetics because I cannot handle more than that right now.

Freshman 15..or more

I couldn't wait to go to university! To start my life or so I thought.

I had rebelled in high school in some fairly minor and occasionally major ways. Going to college in a town 2500 miles away felt like a new beginning as well as a chance to live like I wanted.

So I did. I moved to a town where the drinking age was lower than 21 at that time and the beer flowed freely! There were men (boys) and lots of them! I had gone to an all-girl high school and this was my chance to meet him.

Where to Begin

In the last few years I have been in life groups with other women. There, I have shared bits of my life story. Most of the time to open mouths followed by the same chorus of please write a book about this.

A book? No, not sure it is all that interesting?

But a story or two. Maybe?

You see, I believe that our stories should be told. We ALL have stories. Good ones. Bad ones. Interesting and sometimes not so interesting ones. But that is what binds our souls together. The shared experience of life.

If you can see the real me and I see the same in you. Then and only then can we connect. We can say the most important words of all....me too!

So dear one, I write so that we may connect. That maybe through my stories you will know that there is always a greater plan. To help another from where you have been.

Hugs, Milissa