As I have trudged through this epic month of snow I have found myself thinking about perspective. A lot. As an adult navigating day to day life, with the added bonus of eight feet of snow, it can be hard to find the positive.
Regular readers will know that we have had some great fun in the snow over the last few weeks, snowmen and snow caves and exciting treks for breakfast. But, it has also been really tough; with blizzards, school run (not)fun and disastrous attempts to play in the snow.
Each time I have hit the really can’t be doing with this anymore point however the children have shown me that I just need to shift my perspective.
I found myself musing on reality last night as I had my usual last minute, blank sheet of paper, panic for my linky The Prompt. And, one thing that becomes clearer to me every day is that while I have no choice but to deal with any given reality (like snowfall of historic proportions), the way I deal with it can fundamentally alter my view of the situation.
I’m not very good at this though. And, it takes a lot of work for this glass half-empty head of mine to look for, and find, the positive.
But, my children teach me a lot. In particular when it has come to getting outside in the snow.
From the simple fun of climbing over snow banks to get to a café to the joy of being the first person to walk on freshly fallen snow. Everything is an adventure. It’s not an inconvenience, or a hassle. It’s a game.
As we left for one of the wee girl’s classes last week, it started to snow. I was frustrated that we had to drive, for what is only a ten minute walk, as the pavements weren’t clear enough. I was annoyed that it was snowing again.
The wee girl was too busy trying to catch snow flakes on her tongue to care.
As we parked and walked towards class, she was thrilled to see that she was leaving footprints, and that no one else had.
Look mummy, it’s my feet!
Instead of stomping to class in an increasingly bad mood, I found myself laughing at my daughter trying to simultaneously walk forwards while watching her footprints appear behind her. A bit like a dog chasing it’s tail.
Life is full of opportunities to discover. To take a moment, a deep breath and a good look around us. And, childhood is all about these moments.
Watching snow fall and the crunch of footsteps in the snow; red noses and cold toes; snow angels and hot chocolate.
In all honesty, my children do not like the snow all the time; they get frustrated and cold and grumpy, just like me. But, they do like being outside. Even if it’s just for the walk from the car to an activity. Something will grab their attention, whether it’s snow to throw, a puddle to jump in or a stick to swish.
And watching them I can, just for a minute, see the world as they do.