Those of you who know me are familiar with my fervent dislike for cold weather.  I can’t stand it.  To me, the perfect day involves an ocean, some tasty beverages, and warm breezes.  What we have gone through around here lately is the exact opposite of that.  With that said, there is something to having a snow day.  I remember being a kid and longing for those days when I could stay home from school and play in the snow.  I never seemed to pick up on the fact that those weren’t free days, we would have to eventually make them up.

As I’ve gotten older I’ve come to associate snow days with inconvenience and hassles.  Of course all of that was before my children were old enough to have that same excitement that I had so long ago.  When Lucy was born 11 years ago, the area was hit by a snowstorm that day that kept our visitors to a minimum.  Fast forward a few years and now we have two girls who leap with joy at the mention of snow.  On Tuesday of this week they couldn’t wait for the snow to fall and come Wednesday they were chomping at the bit to head outside and enjoy the snow.  They dressed for the weather and headed out.  My role was simple: stay home and be ready with the hot chocolate.  Being equal to the task I was on the spot when they came back in-cold, but happy.

After making homemade pizzas and relaxing by the fire, the tired girls hit the sack.  As an adult, I wish that I still had the feeling of wonder that a snow day brings.  I’ll be sure to remind them on their makeup days of the fun they had.  Looking back, I do have fond memories of snow days.  I guess enjoying the snow occasionally is much needed rite of passage for all children.  Maybe my kids will be able to look back and remember the fun of sleeping in, riding the new sled, and coming in to a cup of steaming hot chocolate.