• Posted By Crazy Single Mom @ 7:41 AM • • •
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Winter Nostalgia
The weather man was predicting upwards of 10 inches of snow. We got 5. Imagine having a job where your best guess is good enough. Oh I know, the weather is unpredictable, there are so many variables in predicting it, and they certainly do give themselves plenty of guess room, it's usually "we're going to get anywhere between 6 and 12 inches". I actually do have respect for weather men, there's a lot of schooling involved, and imagine having a job where a part or the population is going to be mad at you no matter what you say. It's so pretty outside, there is still snow gently falling, and everything is that pristine white that only happens when it first snowed. After that the snow that stays around turns an oh so ugly grey, or sickly brown. For now though, it's the winter wonderland they talked about of old. When I was a little girl, my mom used to go and take some snow, and we would pour maple syrup over it, I don't think that would be a good idea now. Snow used to be the thing I wished most for when I was little, I would look around the world and when it looked so beautiful and fluffy and white, I could truly believe that there were fairies in the world, and elves. Now I look at this beautiful snow, and I think "driving nightmare" and "damn got to clean the car off again" and "well there goes half my business today". I feel nostalgic for the days when the only thing I thought about was finding the biggest hill to sled on, and if this was good snow for snowmen and snowball fights. Princess still has that wonder, and I keep all my negative thoughts about snow in my head, because I want her to have that magic for as long as possible. She's looking forward to going to pre-school today because she knows that she and her friends will play outside in the snow. When I have a day off and it snows, I get a little bit of that magical feeling back, because of Princess. I love to play with her in the snow, watch her make snow angels, go sledding with her, and teach her how to make a snowball. For those hours, I can remember what it was like to be a kid. Both our cheeks get rosy, we laugh and smile. And then most times when we come in, I'll make hot chocolate, because a day in the snow is not complete without that. Thanks to Princess, there's still a little magic in the world.
Remember the magic, it keeps you in touch with the child in you.
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