I was picking the kids up from preschool on Wednesday and there were just a few flurries starting to flutter around. I was in a hurry, impatiently rushing the kids to the car because we had to pick up some last-minute necessities - like bread and milk - before the nine inches of snow came that afternoon/night left me stranded without staples.
Sophia asked me, "Mom, do you know where the snow comes from?"
I was pondering explaining the varying types of precipitation, depending on the season and the weather but I remembered my Parents as Teachers Parent Educator always encouraged me to give the simplest answer. "The sky," I answered.
With a twinkle in her eye and a super big smile, she whispered loudly in my ear, "It's from the NORFTH Pole!" [By the way, this is NOT a typo. She adds an "f" to the word North.]
Wow. That just caught me by surprise. Here I am sick of the cold, the snow and all the snow days...and she's EXCITED because she thinks it's magically from the North Pole (where Santa and his elves live). I've been complaining to all the rest of my mommy friends about what a hassle winter is that I forgot to enjoy it.
It's exhilarating to see the world through my kids' eyes. It's full of adventure, excitement and fun. Isn't this what living life - and I mean really experiencing life to its fullest - is about? Finding wonder and magic in the little things? I'll do my best to remember this...since it's Friday and the weather forecasts are calling for MORE snow tonight and Sunday.
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