An awareness. A tingle. The feeling when you’re connected to those you love and you know something is happening. From the hairs on the back of your neck to that feeling in the pit of your stomach. You know something is up.

I knew. I just knew. I also knew whatever was happening was something I couldn’t fix. I was instructing snowboarding on another mountain, and my family was all together. I refused to look at my phone during the short group break in the afternoon, knowing that the lesson was nearly over and whatever had my senses on fire would be waiting for me. I also doubted my intuition as I’d had a rough morning on the mountain – that turned into a fabulous afternoon – but still – I was unsettled.

My lesson ended. I sent my clients off and hustled back to the locker room. As soon as I was at my locker, I pulled out my phone. I saw a message that said, “Give me a call when you’re done for the day.” I was thankful for the zen nature of the text. Given the fact that between the six of us we’ve had; one broken wrist, arm, and elbow, a broken tailbone, concussions, a torn rotator cuff, broken shoulder pieces, a separated AC joint, and more bruises than one can count – that calm text kept me from freaking out.

One of my girls was injured. Her knee. I got to talk to her and she fell to pieces. I asked calmly was she in that much pain, sad, or just plain pissed off. Sobbing, she told me, “YES!” Day one of our week-long trip and she got hurt. At the backside of the third mountain on the resort she was riding. She was given amazing care and was kept comfortable by the patrollers who transported her the entire way to the front side where the medical facility is located. She’s doing better now, wearing a brace and using crutches.

What is that connection we as moms have? I can always feel when something if off. Is it just being perceptive? I was feeling terrible about the morning I’d had and was trying so hard to shake it off but right about the time my girl was hurt I just couldn’t let it go. I thought I was overthinking my morning and struggling with those events. But that wasn’t it at all and in my heart, I knew that.

This gift we have as parents to see and feel things about our children isn’t something I take lightly. I’ve been known to overreact (Me? Really?) but there are times I just know something is up. Even though she was 20 miles away in the middle of another mountain, I could sense it.

I hope she could feel the love I was sending out. I wasn’t sure where I was sending it but I knew those vibes and energy were needed. And I’m grateful it was a knee that needed it. She’ll heal and be back to her normal, crazy busy self sooner than later.

At the end of the day, we’re all here, together, safe, and warm. Although this trip isn’t going as planned, we’ll make lemonade out of lemons and have a blast. While a few of us were bemoaning sunburned lips, she put on chapstick and said, “Suckers – I won’t get burned this trip!” We are coming up with nicknames and right now “Crutch Girl” is in the running as a top contender.

I’ll keep that mom-spidey-intuition-sense-radar on the scanner option. Here’s hoping it doesn’t get triggered.

Tell me – do you know when things happen? Do you get that feeling? How does it affect you and those around you? I’d love to hear from you!