Just before my kids closed their eyes last Saturday night, I broke one of parenting’s Ten Commandments: Though Shalt Not Make Promises For Things Out of One’s Control.
What can I say? I’m a silver-haired, tired mom rebel.
“Guys, it’s going to snow tomorrow!” I blabbed.
My son immediately looked up, eyes shining. “Enough to have a snowball fight?” he asked eagerly.
“Enough to make a snowman?” his sister echoed.
Yes! I boomed. Absolutely!
Like I could control the weather. Though I would if I could for my children, of course.
Oliver and Hadley have been talking about a good snow since Hadley’s interest in “Frozen” began in earnest last year. We were all ecstatic when a dusting fell on Christmas Day, but it disappeared just as quickly as it had magically appeared. No snowballs. No snowmen.
Last weekend’s “storm” — all of three inches — was the most the Washington region had received in two years. And on a weekend! By Monday, I was frowning at the same scene while contemplating my commute. Icy Tuesday was even worse. My second vaccine dose was scheduled for 9:20 a.m., and I had an hour-long drive ahead of me. “Be cautious, but drive with confidence!” encouraged my boss, an Ohio native made of sterner stuff than me. But I took her advice seriously, white-knuckle coasting most of the way south. I arrived for my shot just in time.
But none of that worry was served on my Sunday plate. I was immensely proud that I’d remembered to buy hot chocolate mix, thinking of how my dad always made cocoa with tiny marshmallows after my sister and I “helped” clear the driveway. I can still feel the ice coating the hem of my jeans before I had slipped into sweatpants, bounding downstairs to find that special treat waiting.
I want to create warm-mug moments with my children. At five and three, I’ve already seen how simultaneously fast and slow these years have gone. I’m fascinated by the idea that any of these simple events could actually solidify, proving to be the kids’ earliest memories. How can I make them good ones?
Through the pandemic, I probably join many parents in believing I have not been my best self. While I try to enjoy the little things, day-to-day life cannot be separated from the fear and heaviness of everything else happening in the world. I’ve had so much on my mind lately. We all have.
And yet. Already the boots purchased in anticipation of a day like this were snug on my children’s feet. I’m Mom, not Mommy, and the last of the toddler clothes have all been packed away.
We jumped into the moment. My husband, a New Yorker also made of stern winter stuff, packed snowballs and chased the kids on a gleeful mission. Each time they ducked behind a vehicle or skittered around a corner, Spence found a way to arc the snowball into a hit. Even Ollie, who hates being cold or wet or uncomfortable in any way, tolerated these hijinks. Enjoyed them, even.
After we’d all had our fill, cheeks red and toes chilled, we shuffled inside and shucked wet jackets just inside the door. I wrestled Hadley and Ollie upstairs for warm baths while Spencer got to work over the stove. By the time we returned, the kids’ hair damp and eyes shining, Spence had prepared four mugs of cocoa — with tiny marshmallows. It tasted like simple happiness, with memories settled at the bottom like coarse sugar.
We hadn’t received enough to build a snowman, as I’d naively promised … but we definitely made good on the snowball fight.
And you can’t go wrong with a day ending in chocolate.
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What a lovely story! 🙂 we have been waiting for more snow here so we can take my almost 3yo bogganing (she calls it that lol) .. I actually made hot chocolate the other day and realized I loved it a lot more when I was a kid lol too sugary now (I know! I’m some kind of monster)! I always double the milk to lessen the sweetness and richness!
Bogganing — I love it! I’m actually with you on the sugary drinks most of the time … I ordered my beloved pumpkin spice latte in the fall and couldn’t finish it. Not something I could have dared to write a decade ago!
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What a perfect post. Sounds a lovely day. X
Your story made my heart smile!
Love it. So you guys don’t get much snow at all, huh? That surprises me!
Just like Ollie, it surprises me that Caleb also loves the snow!
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