The holidays wore me out – – honestly! The snow and the record-breaking cold have forced me to slow down for a couple days and I am grateful.
I took the kids sledding last week (yes, the 20-year-old boys and their girlfriends and my 14-year old daughter!) and it brought back some great memories. I even bravely went down the hill once. Since I didn’t get hurt or wet my pants, I decided not to tempt fate and just enjoy watching. I had the same sense of delight seeing them have fun now as I did when they were little. I was happy to see that they are still kids at heart, and I hope for them that never goes away!
I remember the days it took at least 30 minutes to dress both boys to go out to play – – snow pants, then boots, then mittens (mittens first so the cuffs would be under the coat sleeves), then coats, hats and scarves. “Let’s build a snowman!” I would say with great enthusiasm. They would be excited about that for about 5 minutes before they would become distracted by their footprints or how far they could throw the snow or what the snow tasted like (no yellow snow, please!!). I would find myself crawling around the yard rolling up a snowman because we had to have something to show for our outing. Jonny enjoyed tossing the snow up in to air and yelling, “We’re rich with snow!” I have never forgotten his simple joy that day.
Inevitably and all too soon, one of the boys would need to go potty or lose a glove or a boot, and I would hustle them into the house looking like powdered-sugar covered donuts. I learned quickly to have an empty laundry basket near the door to catch all the snowy gear, which would eventually make its way to the dryer. Then it was off to get dry clothes and a meal or snack and then hopefully a nap! Two hours of work for 20 minutes of fun! When your kids are small, that’s about all you can expect. The older they got, the fun lasted longer and I could watch them from the window. If I was lucky, I could get them to shovel the driveway with the promise of hot chocolate when they came in. I’m so glad I was able to play with them and teach them how to have fun– to be “rich with snow.”
Sometimes I long for those days – – I no longer stand at the window to watch them play and build snowmen in the yard. Now I stand at the window to wave as they drive off in their cars. I pray for their safety and their safe return home . . . and I remember we are indeed “rich with snow” and many other blessings.