It snowed here two days ago. I love the way most Texans react to freezing white stuff. It is such a rarity for us. A few flakes on the ground and we're trying to build snowmen (sometimes tiny ones) and pulling out whatever we can find to use as sleds. Our family has been known to use trashcan lids and small plastic swimming pools. The children of a good friend use their boogie boards. Everyone runs to the store to "stock up" and then we run home to "hunker down". Then the snow melts, usually within a day or so, and the temperatures climb back up as quickly as they fell.
Normally I would have been the first one to throw a snowball at some unsuspecting family member. Instead, I sat in my chair by the window and watched. I enjoyed it but something was off. I wasn't sad or grumpy, I just wasn't engaged. I didn't even take any pictures, which is unthinkable for me.
I owe a big "thank you" to my children. Yesterday they got me out for a walk in the woods which, of course, ended in a snowball fight. It felt good to be silly...to run and laugh and scream. I'm so glad I got out and played in that beautiful landscape before it melted away. In the aftermath of our childlike romp, I realized how much the concerns of this world have been weighing me down. I know I am missing out on some amazing blessings because I am tired and distracted.
I'm not quite sure what to do about all of this. I can't just ditch my responsibilties and play all the time, but surely I can find a better balance. I've had it before. I want to find it again.
Great post--and the picture at the end-- :)that's that cool headband you were knitting right?
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