Recently I was visiting my parents-in-law with my children in the Midwest, and I discovered something about myself that I don't like to admit. The occasion for this revelation was the decision to go water skiing with my father-in-law, Don, and twelve-year-old son, Jesse. I have not gone water skiing in years, but I used to love it and be pretty good at it.
(clue #1 to what's wrong with men).
I decided to slalom (start with one ski) since that was what I used to do. After crashing and burning (or rather crashing and drowning) several times without getting up and having the handle wrenched out of my hand, I decided to humble myself and try two skis. At last I was able to get up and started to really enjoy zipping back and forth across the wake. My son was cheering and I was enjoying his pride in me.