Yesterday I picked my kids up from school early. We went out for gelato and then bought take-out for dinner from their favorite place. We came home and had a picnic in the living room while Frosty The Snowman played in the background of our giggles.
We dressed in layers – finding mittens and dry boots. We put on furry hats and zipped up tight and we walked to the sledding hill. Sisters – Eloise pulling Astrid while I pulled Esther. Astrid sung ‘Frosty’ the whole way getting most of the words mixed up.
After sledding we came home and the girls stayed outside making a snow cave and became baby polar bears. They asked me to play too and be the ‘mama bear named Arctic’ and I easily obliged where maybe the day before I would’ve just gone inside for a coffee and Facebook.
But now I was Arctic the Mama Polar Bear and yet I could not figure out how to build that cave high enough or strong enough to protect my cubs forever. Snow falls. Snow melts.
Snow doesn’t keep away the bad guys that we have to talk about with our children.
So all I can do is crawl in the snow with them and laugh a little more and cherish even the smallest moments of a picnic in the living room and a sled down the hill.
And pray for the families who lost their snow cave makers. The world is grieving. Pray for peace.