I learned a few things yesterday as I walked through my first snow day as a mom of kids in school full time. In years past I have celebrated snow days because as a stay at home mom of little ones it meant that I had an extra set of adult hands to partner with me through the day. I could get a few extra things done. Or maybe steal a few minutes to myself. Snow days were fabulous. They were equal parts fun and useful.
As I switched off the lamp on Monday night I mentally went through my to-do list for Tuesday. A day full of hours to work on crossing things off of my list. My list that feels so important. My list that can easily become a task master instead of a guidebook. My list with which I have a complicated love-hate relationship.
When the phone rang at 5:30 Tuesday morning My List became in serious jeopardy. This was not going to be a day to get a few extra things accomplished. No, indeed. As I stood at the dawning of a fresh wintry morning I realized that I had a choice to make. I could fight and struggle, clawing my way through the day clutching my list. Or, I could take the gift that was being offered to me. The gift of a day with no where to go, to spend with the people I love most.
I am so thankful that I accepted the gift and opened it, for what a treasure it was. Sure, my house is a disaster. I am even further behind on my list than I was when I went to bed Monday night. But, we spent the morning in pajamas instead of rushing out the door. I got to watch a Dad and his boy write their first screen play for an upcoming movie that they are creating. I cradled my coffee mug while playing Legos. I sat on the wood floor until my backside hurt delighting in my seven year old as we looked through last years school work and art pieces. Both of us marveling at the beauty and the growth that has occurred in what feels like such a short time.
We are walking back in the house after shoveling. I look over and I see my husband laying in the snow gazing into the sky, soaking in the beauty of the snow flakes pouring down. It is a small moment in time. I am conscious of the choice. Dinner needs to get started. I lay down in the snow next to him. I take the hand of the man I love and join in awe of the dance of white encircling us. I beckon Boston and Myles to join us. We all lay together, laughing, trying to keep our eyes open to the wonder and beauty that is falling on us. Falling all around us.
The dinner dishes have been done. A boisterous game of floor hockey played in the basement is finished. Pajamas are on, teeth are brushed, and stories have been read. Uncontrollable giggles erupt as the boys "hide" and are "found" under their blankets. Finally, prayers are said and doors are closed. I settle into the couch when I hear a little voice call out, "Mommy, can I have have one more snuggle?" Up the stairs I go. The answer a resounding yes! It is in those moments that I realize that I made the right decision. To say yes to this day for the gifts it could hold. To say yes to these moments instead of yes to my list. May I continue to say YES!