I have had a love/hate relationship with snow throughout the years. When I was a child, I LOVED snow! There was nothing like heading outside to build a snowman or snow angels. It just “made” winter for me. Me and my sister would spend hours outside digging and playing and just enjoying the beauty and the wonder of the snow.
Then I graduated from college and was on my own. And I started to hate the New England snow. It caused traffic jams and work closings and tons of delays. It seemed more of a nuisance to me than anything else.
But then… I became a mother. And my LOVE for snow came back again because I began to see its magic through my sons. We had a MAJOR snowstorm last week. I’m talking 16 inches of snow. I’m talking school canceled for 2 days. I’m talking you can drive or do anything. We were completely snowbound. And I’ll tell you what… it was the most fun we have had in a long time!
We made snow forts.
We made a snowman.
We made a snow-slide out of our playset slide.
We made “snow swings” with the snow-filled swings.
We went sledding up and down the hill of our house.
We made little man snow angels.
We had snowball fights.
We did just about anything and everything you can do in the snow.
It brought me back to my childhood because my sons refused (yes, REFUSED) to go back into the house… even when their little noses were red. I smiled thinking back to the days of me being outside with my sister. And nothing, not even hot chocolate with lots of marshmallows could get me back into the house. Snow isn’t predictable, so when it comes… it’s meant to be enjoyed and played with.
It’s a beautiful thing to see that same mindset play out through my sons.