And in that 20 minutes of tears and sadness I learned a very valuable lesson....the kids agenda on days like this are WAY more important than mine! Sometimes I really do know what their hearts desire....and other times I couldn't be more wrong.
We got to...
slept in
do P90X with McKenna
video games with Dad
made sugar cookies with McKenna
And then came the tears....
We only received about an inch of snow the day before and the expected high today above 40...so that inch of snow was not going to be around long. In my mind an inch of snow did not equate with playing outside or sledding down our front hill. I couldn't have been more wrong.
I sent the kids up to clean their room at about 11, thinking it would take 10-20 minutes and then we'd have lunch, start our games, watch a movie and decorate sugar cookies...all the fun snow day things that were swirling around in my head to make the day perfect.
Instead Zachary came down 40 minutes later sobbing uncontrollably because the sisters wouldn't help him and he thought he had to clean his room before he could go play outside in the snow. He was so utterly heart broken to look outside our windows and see grass with only a little bit of snow here and there. And my heart broke right along with his. It was one of those parenting "I should have known better" moments. I should have remembered the magic that comes with snow, even if it really is only one inch. I should have forgotten about clean rooms, movies and games and sent him out very first thing. Instead I had to get down, hug him as tightly as I could, and apologize for not realizing he'd want to play outside. Bret had to tell him he had a decision to make...he could be happy and make the most of what was left or continue to cry while the snow continued to melt.
And my amazing little Zachary...he did just that.
He stopped the tears, gained control of himself and had 25 minutes of whatever snow fun he could muster up for himself. When he came back inside he was happy, cheerful and his eyes sparkled with the magic of snow. I was so proud of him in that moment. His great big heart had been sad and disappointed to the core...yet he choose to not dwell on the sadness of what he had missed and instead enjoy the moments he still had.
And we continued on with the perfect snow day. Movie, games, decorating sugar cookies and freeze dancing. Minus those 20 minutes that reminded me to look through the day with the lens of a six year old, it was a picture perfect snow day...(without the pictures as I left my camera at the church on Sunday.)



