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My Love-Hate Relationship with Snow
All the mothers reading this will know just what I'm talking about, but for the benefit of the those who do not have little darlings of their own, I will explain. Imagine if people came to your house, during a snow storm up to 30 times in a day? Now imagine they come in, with wind howling, snow coming sideways, with wet boots and coats, squealing in delight, and then they walk through house, after they have left the door open? Being the diligent hostess that you are, you are able to intercept them just before they take their muddy wet boots through your carpet. You turn them around and request they remove their wet things before doing any further destruction. They oblige, except they need you to do it for them. They have a wooonnderful time, they run and jump and play. Then they eat, and spill and as you are attending to them, the crunching under your feet and theirs reminds you what you were doing before the spill- getting the broom. Then they skip off happily and finally asked to be dressed so they can leave, which they do after they have discovered every new toy in your house, which is now out for everyone to enjoy...Oh dear baby Jesus help me get through this snow! So, like millions of mothers in our area in the middle of foreboding blizzard, my anxiety level begins to spike as I contemplate the 6 am mornings demanding to be "dwessed in snow cwothes", all the wet towels all over the floors, and the hot chocolate which they demand, receive and then never drink because "it's too hot." Do I sound bitter?
So I was sharing my sense of quiet fear with my boxing buddy, and she said to me "Oh well, you are so lucky." "Lucky!" I scoffed, as I donned my new pink gloves, "Oh yes. See my children are too old to play in the snow, they don't even sled. The snow is not fun anymore." She slipped into class.
And then I recalled night before, the spoons under the pillows, their pajamas inside out and backwards, the bets on the number of inches and the pure unabated excitement that my children felt, and it all became clear: If only I could stop being an adult long enough to feel the joy of my children, I would have a wonderful weekend. (I also could mix that with adult fun, and have a blockbuster weekend.) And so, I stocked up on all the provisions of snacks, lots of hot cocoa, plenty of towels and plan to go sledding on the highest hill I can find. I hope all of you find your inner child this weekend and enjoy the snow even more than your children. It is my goal to stump them, get them to look at me sideways and think "who are you", as you see, normally mommy watches them sled, in part to avoid the snow in my jeans and in part be ready at any moment to save one of them who may be sliding off a cliff. I will let you know how it goes, and encourage all of you to do the same...
Posted by Colleen Shields
on February 05, 2010
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