Whistler Blackcomb Opening Day – the Wait is Over

I don’t really want to write about my kid. I think he should be the narrator of his own life, not the subject of my anecdotes. And “mommy blogger” is an ugly word when you’ve busted your ass to become a “journalist” or “contributing writer” or whatever it is that I actually am.

That said, this video, released a month ago from Whistler Blackcomb as part of the #winteriscoming hype, made me think of him.

I worked on Whistler Blackcomb’s Wonder campaign at Origin Design + Communications before popping out for a year of mat leave (creative work of a completely different nature.)

Nine months has passed, so I can’t be sure whether I crafted the opening copy or not. The collaborative process means I never quite know what I can claim as mine… nor do I care to. Brainstorming and creative development go better when you’re willing to take full responsibility for bringing great stuff to the table but don’t need to claim any of the credit once it’s live. (Credit is for the client. The booze drawer is for the creative team.)

Regardless, this pretty much sums up my state of mind in February last year, after 38 weeks of gestating.

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Or, as I told friends at the time: I feel I’m packing a waist-belt full of explosives. Detonation is inevitable, but the when, where and how is in someone else’s hands.

Advice from one buddy: “Just stay away from school buses.”

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Opening Day has just been announced. November 16. The waiting game is over.

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#wbsnowready. Yep.

I’m thinking I’ll go in to get the kid his first season pass. After all, Whistler Blackcomb has been part of his family story from the beginning.

It’s where his dad and I met 18 years ago.

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Which means, we’ve been around long enough to be regulars at the Length of Service dinner for seasonal staff. Last winter we went to honour a friend who was being recognised for 30 years with the mountain. We rode the gondola up to the Roundhouse to celebrate. I snuck a glass of wine when my husband wasn’t watching. Joked with senior WB staff about keeping ski patrol close, just in case. “If I have my baby in the gondola, can he have a free lifetime season pass?” I asked Rob McSkimming, (me, ever the dirtbag angling for a free pass.) The infamous kids instructor Princess Stephanie had a long conversation with my belly, “Come on out, baby. I want to meet you. I want to go skiing with you.” At the end of the night, we parted from friends by the Day Lots, and one clicked his thumb like a bomb trigger, over and over. Twenty minutes later, as we were pulling into Pemberton, I said to Dave, “Um. I have a strange feeling tonight is the night.” He spun the car around, double-backed to the gas station to fill the tank.

Quite a few revolutions of the gondola later, we welcomed a big fat dose of Wonder into our lives.

And here we are, heading back into winter. Deeper and deeper into the riddle of it all.

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One Comment Add yours

  1. Josie says:

    Hey Lis. I read your post the other day, then saw this article this morning. I thought you might be feeling a little bit reflective as a certain first birthday approaches. Some of it is a bit trite/corny but I liked it anyway.


    Jos x

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