Friday, February 22, 2013
Some of you parents love it. Some of you parents hate it. At the end of the day, all of the parents love their kids...so it's all good.
I love snow. But, my husband says that's because I never had to milk cows in two feet of it. He also says it's because I grew up in a place where school was cancelled for two inches of it. He's actually onto something here.
But, I truly love snow for the same reason about half of you love it...the potential of a "snow day." Sitting around the house with my young, eating stuff, playing games, constructing "quilt & dining room chair" tents, thawing out by the fire after building a snowman.
However, I want to bolster those of you who get a little stir crazy at the thought of being cooped up all day with your beloved. I get this, too. Remember, I stayed home for a decade. A DECADE, people. I have played more games of Candy Land and Go to the Head of the Class than I can count. I have sung, "Old Blue" and "Itsy Bitsy Spider" more times than Beyonce has belted out "All the Single Ladies."
I have broken up more fights over the "red" bouncy-ball than you can imagine. I have cleaned up more messes off the kitchen floor than I care to really dwell on right now. I have said, "Guys! I'm not kidding! You will take a nap and you will not get up out of bed again!" so many times that I should have it embroidered on a pillow.
I, too, have had Cabin Fever. Or...Cave Fever.
I actually, no offense, chuckle when I see statements such as, "Perfect day with my kiddos! We baked, we built snowmen, we read our Bibles, we cuddled, we drew pictures of butterflies..." You know what I'm talking about. Hey, I don't doubt anyone does all of that...I have had many a day with my boys where I could write a very similar scenario. But, it would have also had to include...
"...put someone in time-out, tweezed a Lego piece out of an ear, plunged the toilet - twice, wiped crusty snot out of someone's hair (snot noticed while "cuddling"), had a talk about not drawing anatomically correct pictures of our brothers..."
Something like that.
I'm not picking on the lovers. I would actually be more on your end of the parenting rainbow than not. However, I just felt a huge need to encourage those of you out there struggling with not always "loving" every minute of cooped-upedness. (I made that term up.)
I mean, I could tell you how much you're going to miss your kids when they're grown, like mine, and that you will kick yourself for not being Mary Poppins on those snow days. But, most of you already know that you're going to miss your kids...someday. :)
Before my rhetoric gets as deep as the snow in Kansas City today, let me wrap things up.
Enjoy as many minutes as you can with your family. Those you can't enjoy - appreciate. Appreciate the minutes in which we are tools in God's hands to teach our kids patience, kindness, long-suffering, love...and all that Fruit of the Spirit we grown-ups are still working to cultivate.
Fever isn't always a bad thing. Sometimes it's just a sign that your body is fighting off an infection.
Dealing with not so perfect moments is kind of the same thing. We do battle every day. We fight for our kids to become the people that God has made them to be.
And sometimes, that means somebody doesn't get the red bouncy-ball.