“But Mom! It’s all gonna melt!”
You’d have thought I was the wicked witch of the northwest weather forecast, or that I was trying to be responsible and have them do school.
I guess I get forgetful when it snows.
I was the mom who loved the snow days, when we could stay inside and warm all together, when reading and math was the last thing on my mind and I didn’t care one crossed t or dotted i however many soaking minutes it takes to find the gloves and put on snow pants.
And I wholeheartedly believe, one of a mother’s most solemn and scared duties on God’s white earth is to standby and wait for the return, for the request for the carrots and cranberries and whatever you can find that’s fit to make a snowman come to life.
You’ll be glad you did when it’s all said and done.
The sun’ll be there where the memories stand.