I Have a Shovel and I Know How to Use It - Page 3
On severe winter mornings I feel oddly accomplished after bundling up the kids in ten layers of winter wear, wedging them into the car, slipping-and-sliding to school, and then skidding into a snowy parking spot. I unload them, kiss whatever part of their face is still exposed, and send them on their way. When I get home I know that I have successfully battled the elements, and I have won. That feels much more significant than doing laundry.
Do I miss the sun and warmth in these long, dark, hard months of winter? Of course I do. And when the sun and warmth return, it feels like a gift, like a prize rewarded to those of us who gallantly stood up to storm after storm, subzero windchill after subzero windchill, and kept on shoveling. There's a Facebook update in there somewhere, and I'm going to write it just as soon as I've salted the driveway again.
This is an original ChicagoMomsBlog post. Marie neglects her own blog at Three Chairs. Her kids made the snowblob in the photo.