"I love this right now!" - Alex, age 5 - on being outside during a squall of snow flurries that dropped by during recess.
I admit it. I am a snow grinch.
I'd rather huddle inside and watch the snow fall from my picture window than romp around in it.
I rank Frosty the Snowman up there with Freddy Krueger and Michael Myers ( from Halloween)
To me, Winter Wonderland is an oxymoron.
But I want you to know that I'm really trying!
Trying to find the silver lining hidden inside all of those grey snow clouds.
But separating the silver from the grey?
How do I even go about doing that?
"Easy", as any five year old will tell me, "You just look for the sparkly"
Today was served cold, raw and in the style of New England Winter.
Two choices of entrees
Stay home and ignore it.
Bundle up, trudge through and deal with it.
As school was in session,and I have bills to pay, I had to choose from column B.
I allowed myself time to gripe and hiss about it all the way to school, but once there I had to slap on a smile, feign excitement and do my best "Buddy The Elf " impersonation about the situation...
"I'm siiiiiiiiiiiinging about winter!
And as far as 24, 5-6 year olds were concerned why wouldn't I be?
And why aren't we outside, right now, enjoying it?
Once recess time came the kids were like thoroughbreds straining at the gate.
I would have sold my soul to have been able to sit in the warm teacher's lounge with a hot cup of coffee.
But there were no offers...
I made sure 24 kids were bundled up.
I trudged through the hallways with 48 booted feet thundering the whole way.
I took a deep breath, braced myself and got ready to deal with what was on the outside of that metal safety door.
I pushed in the punch bar and in an instant all that seemed so very black and white became color.
24 voices sang in unison a song of SNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!
I was nearly knocked over as a rainbow of parkas whooshed by to mingle with the magic spiraling down from the heavens.
Thick, white, goose down flakes were caught on tongues, collected on sleeves, batted around like balloons or just admired by the bursting-at-the-seams-running-in-all-directions lucky!
It reminded me of that scene in Willie Wonka where the lucky golden ticket holders were shown the garden of pure imagination for the first time.
"Thank you for doing this!" exclaimed Sara while bear hugging my waist
"Sara, I can do a lot of things but I can't make it snow!" I laughed
"But you bringed us to this, out here...and this is my favorite!"
I had to smile at Sara's joy. And yes, I did bringed her out to this... but it wasn't because I wanted to. So that, right there, made me a bit of a fraud and unworthy of her gratitude.
I rubbed my arms for warmth and took a good look around.
OK... it was hard not to love the snow at this moment and the way it floated down from the sky like that white feather from Forest Gump.
It was hard not to love that kind happiness and appreciation it placed inside of a little girls eyes.
It was hard not to laugh at kids bouncing off each other like pinballs.
It was hard not to get caught up in the joy of a child trying to catch every snowflake.
Yes, it was hard not to smile, just a little bit, at that old bastard, Jack Frost.
Most of all, it was really hard not to be blinded by all of that sparkly.
They count on me to lead them, my little band of kinders, but it is often them showing me the way.
And that made it easy for us to stay out, in that wonderful snow, for ten minutes extra.
It also made the warmth ten times more enjoyable on the way in. :)
Peace ~ Rene