Taking the kids to the snow to make snow angelsJanuary 19, 2016
Every morning for the week before Christmas my 3 year old daughter would wake up and say “Is it Christmas today?” On Christmas morning I was finally able to say “Yes it’s Christmas!” Her face lit up and she bounced out of bed and ran to the window. Slowly she turned back towards the bed, tears starting in her eyes and sadly said “There’s no snow”.
We live in the Southern Gulf Islands in British Columbia where we don’t expect snow. If we get a few days of snow a winter it’s a fun treat, but it’s always a surprise. We had never talked about getting snow for Christmas yet here was the expectation, from books, TV or even Christmas carols. Disappointment soon turned to excitement as the Christmas stockings came out but it was interesting to realize that what she had been looking forward most about Christmas was snow.
We decided we better take the kids to the snow this weekend. We looked at options such as ski resorts, but it all seemed so extravagant for a 2 and 3 year old. Luckily some snow had fallen on our island, not at our house but we could see it on the tops of the mountains. The following weekend we bundled up the kids in their new winter clothes and drove up Mt Tuam (a whole 15 minutes). We stopped before an icy hill we couldn’t’ drive up in our summer tires and walked down an old road into the forest.
The puddles were frozen and Molly loved “skating” on them. She ran & laughed. She was so excited to make snow angels. The snow was too dry for snow angels but she didn’t care. She wanted to throw snow balls, again the snow didn’t allow it but we threw the crusty top of the snow. She happily trudged up hills and slid down on her bum. She kicked snow drifts or drove into them. We stopped to have a picnic until we cooled down too much that we had to run around again to warm up.
When we got back to the truck we saw some friends driving past. They honked and stopped their van and the girls got out and ran around with Molly for another 20 minutes. This is one of the many things I love about living on a small island is that you often run into friends.
Molly had a great day. Because it was more effort to do than sending her out in the yard to play we got to go and enjoy the fun too. Sometimes it’s the simple things and when you’re outdoors the simple things are the beauty. A few days later the snow was gone, but the memory remains.