Article by Wendy McCance
As a parent, there are moments when you wish you could just freeze time or save a cozy feeling from a special moment in a bottle to open up again another time. There are instances when taking a picture or making a video of an occasion will not do the moment justice. It’s not what is being seen, but the emotions that come with that moment in time that you don’t want to let go of.
Here in Michigan, we just got our fist snowfall of the year. The first snow of the year is always memorable, but this year, our first snowfall was epic. We got about 10 inches of snow.
The day before the snow fell, my husband went out to the store to get groceries. We made sure to get ingredients to make a big pot of chili, a few crock pot meals and some cookies. We were ready to settle in for the weekend.
The snow fell on a Sunday. We stayed comfortably put at home while the weather did its work outside. Throughout the day as the snow fell we watched and waited for the snow to build up a few inches and then we would put on our winter jackets, boots, mittens and hats and head outside to shovel of the walk and driveway. It was a pretty day. The weather wasn’t too chilly, the wind hardly kicked up and you could hear children laughing in the distance as they played in the snow.
Inside we would all gather around in the living room in front of the big picture window. As we watched the snow fall, we snuggled under blankets. A Star Wars movie marathon playing on the TV throughout the day.
In the kitchen I had cookies baking in the oven. While I was busy in the kitchen, one of my daughters stayed busy by coloring some printed out Zentangle pages at the table. My son sat on the floor in front of the TV, a blanket wrapped around him as he made paper airplanes from a kit.
This was a rare moment in time. It was a moment I thought I’d never see again. My kids are not little anymore. Yet, here they were completely content to just quietly create while the snow was falling. The kids weren’t up in their individual room either. We were all within an arm’s length of each other.
I had a flash back to when the kids were small and I encountered moments like these on a daily basis. I had forgotten how sweet it was to see the kids so absorbed and quietly content while doing something creative. Neither kid was touching an electronic device and zoning out from the world right in front of me. Although the TV was on, it served no purpose other than to create a little background noise.
I served some warm cookies just out of the oven to the kids. They seemed to have that same sense of peace that I had as they bit into their treat.
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