Never built a snowman
I have never built a snowman as I grew up in warm, tropical climes. I saw pictures of snow and it looked so beautiful. I read about snowmen and dreamt of one day building one. The reality of winter quelched that dream. All desire to trample in the snow, mold snow into any form, snowman or otherwise melted away as I dreamt of sunny skies and tropical palms swaying in a gentle breeze.
My daughter has never built a snowman either. And I’ve been thinking that I should not let my desires (or lack of) deprive her of activities that healthy young children engage in during winter.
Today we were stuck at home with a foot of snow outside. “Could be a good day for making a snowman”, I thought to myself. Perhaps hubby wouldn’t mind taking Darling Angel out to play in and with the snow. Hubby gave me “what have you been drinking?” look when I made this suggestion.
Despite the look, I took Darling Angel to the window. “Look at all this snow. Do you want to build a snowman?”, I asked. I expected a jump for joy. Delight. Exhiliration. She’s been waiting for this day. I thought. Instead, she hesitated. “Is it warm outside?”, she asked doubtfully. “No”, I replied. “I’ll build a snowman when it’s warm outside”, she declared. She repeated herself with a smile. She wanted to reassure me that she wants to build a snowman. She didn’t want me to be disappointed. “When it’s warm outside. Okay? I’ll build a snowman when it’s warm outside”.
“That’s my girl”, Hubby said looking triumphant.
