The turkey is gone, thanks has been given and now it’s time for more holiday cheer. The positive to living in a warmer climate is that there is no snow for Christmas. The negative is that there is no snow for Christmas. It is awfully hard to drum up Christmas spirit when you’ve sent your boys to school in shorts all year.
I saw an ad on television where there were mounds and mounds of snow. It brought back many midwestern memories and I was reminded of how much Full Speed hated snow as a little one. When I would pick him up from preschool during winter the reports from teachers, besides the obvious won’t-sit-still-for-a-moment ones, were how he would cry in misery when it was time for outside recess. If Mad Dog and I would attempt to pull him on a small sled around our yard, he would yelp in frustration as tears would freeze on his tiny, unhappy face. Looking back I can actually say that the memory of it is kind of sweet. Living through it was awful and yet time has dulled the sharp edges of Full Speed’s snow-covered tantrums.
What I realized is that if I can finally find the humor in Full Speed’s snow experience, maybe whatever challenges I face with him today will have the same result.
I guess into each life a little snow must fall and it’s up to us to find a way to shape it into something lighthearted…eventually.