It’s been five days since the snow hit the south, and somehow, it’s just not the same wonder that I recalled as a child.
Closing my eyes, I remember my childhood snow days.
Days filled with delight. Days that kept me wanting more. Days filled with anticipation.
Wisconsin snow created drifts so high that we built ice “houses” in the center and used its walls to barricade the boys while we snuck around to pelt them with our tightly packed snowballs. I remember the exhilaration of soaring down the icy hill on my wooden toboggan. I didn’t even notice the wind burn that graced my cheeks. I remember relaxing by the cozy fire to thaw out from the chill. Warming my hands with my hot chocolate dolloped with real whip cream, my mother seemed to instinctively know what we wanted most.
There’s so much I remember about those snow days. Yet somehow as an adult, today’s snow days do not seem to create the same wonder I recall as a child.
Why is that? Where has my delight gone? When did it leave me?
I don’t want the inconvenience. I don’t want the hassle. I don’t want the mess. I don’t want the extra laundry.
And then I’m reminded of Jesus’ words in Mark 10:14-16.
14…‘Let the little children come to me; do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the kingdom of God belongs. 15Truly I tell you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will never enter it.’ 16And he took them up in his arms, laid his hands on them, and blessed them.
With this week’s snow, I’m reminded that I’ve lost my winter wonder delight, and I want it back.
Have I lost that wonder and delight in other areas as well?
Fortunately, this snow falls in January. A time of new beginnings.
Maybe by the next snow, I’ll be snowboarding down our hill with my sons. For now, I just let them create real snow cone slushies, making sure they avoided the three dogs’ play area.
Baby steps, my friends. 🙂