When it starts to snow, I wish I could go back to being a kid.
I wouldn’t have to check the driveway to see if I need to shovel (or ask someone else to shovel) it before it turns to ice. I wouldn’t have to look in the garage and realize we don’t have any salt to melt the driveway once it turns to ice. I wouldn’t have to worry about whether the snow will keep coming, meaning that I need to check the pantry and fridge and possibly go to the store.
I could just sit and watch it snow, watch the tiny flakes melt as they hit the ground, then slowly build a base that lets them live longer lives. I could watch the cardinals flit from the tree to bird feeders, thankfully full because my husband filled them yesterday. I could curl in the chair under a blanket and sip my coffee, not wondering or worrying about anything, only hoping that the snow keeps falling.
Today I decided to be an adult first and a kid second. I went out and got the supplies we needed, asked my son to shovel the driveway, and asked my husband to stock up on salt.
Then I came home and enjoyed the snow. I went into the yard and took some photos, playing with the angles and enjoying the way our trees and bushes looked with their new coats. It didn’t last long because I needed to make dinner, but it was nice. It was a break from the me that I usually have to be. I’m going to find time to be the other me more often, especially when it snows.