I peeked out the window Saturday morning. It had been snowing all night long, blizzard style, and yet I was still amazed to see eight to nine inches covering the ground.

During breakfast my daughter shrieked with excitement when she realized just how much snow was outside. And even better, she didn’t have school and could play outside all day if she wanted.

It is so much work to get all four kids ready for the snow. I knew I had snow boots for everyone because I bought them from a consignment store in August. Snow pants were a different story. And then there are gloves and hats.

While bundling my boys, my daughter came in from outside to ask me to build a snowman with her. My reaction was not what you would expect.

I think I rolled my eyes, and barked something like “I don’t know, I’ll see, maybe.”  And then stuffed another little foot into another little boot. The truth is I had NO desire to go play in the snow. All I wanted was to cuddle up on the couch with a book or my laptop. I even (quickly) began to resent my husband because hadn’t volunteered to go outside with the kids. And I even marched upstairs and told him so.

It was decided he would happily go outside and I would keep myself (and my bad attitude) inside. Yet now I was full of guilt.  Dang Mom Guilt! So I pulled my royal blue snow suit (circa 1994) out from the back of the closet.

I went outside and everyone was surprised to see me. But even though I didn’t want to be there, it was where I knew I should be. As I rolled the bottom snowball for our snowman, I also realized I needed an attitude change and I needed one quickly.

So I dropped to the ground, lied on my back, and began making a snow angel.  I was totally hiding the fact that I was about to say a little silent prayer. I asked for help with a change of heart. I asked for patience, for the desire to have a wonderful snow day with my babies. I wanted to be happy in the moment. I wanted to be the fun mom who’s greatest joy is found in her children.

As I moved my arms back and forth, I felt the light reflecting off the snow around me. I felt the sun on my face. And I didn’t feel so heavy, so negative. My heart was a little lighter.
I stood back up, careful to not ruin my impression in the snow, and gathered the kids back together to work on our snowman.
He was a cute little thing. We continued to play in the snow for an hour, until we couldn’t take the cold any longer.
We went inside and drank hot cocoa with whipped creme and chocolate sprinkles.

And the very next day, I received this note from my daughter:

“I thank you love you mom for making a snowman with me.”