I, along with many other people in the city, fought the snow this morning.
Luckily, my car was parked in the garage overnight and did not ice up or get snowed under. So my morning started out OK.
But I was still grumpy. I hate the snow. I hate the cold.
Yes, I’m Canadian. Yes, I grew up with more snow than what we’ve had in the last few years. No, I don’t like it. I believe I’m a southerner at heart.
Those Tide Coldwater detergent commercials on TV about how “no self-respecting Canadian says “let’s wait for a warmer day.”” That’s a load of crap. I know many self-respecting Canadians who always say “let’s wait for a warmer day.”
While chatting with a colleague who recently moved to Canada, she commented that she wasn’t yet used to the snow, but that she assumed she would get used to it. I politely pointed out that I had resided in Canada my whole life and I was not used to it.
Every year, as the weather grows colder and the threat of snow lurks on the horizon, I shiver, not at the cold but at the thought of another uncomfortable, inconvenient season. Because that’s what it is.
It’s snowpants, boots, mitts, hats, scarves, too tight seatbelts in carseats, slippery roads, icy cars, snowbanks that take over the curb lane and street parking. It’s early nights, dark mornings and SAD. It’s beat-your-head-against-the-wall-because-they-just-don’t-get-it arguments with the kids about the amount of clothes they have to wear to stay warm and dry.
I could go on and on about the inconvenience and discomfort of winter (can’t you tell how much I HATE IT?), but I started out with the intention of writing about the JOY OF WINTER.
So here goes. This morning, after fighting the slippery roads and crawling traffic, I arrived at my daughter’s school, parked the car on a snowy side street and walked with her to the schoolyard. The joy in the air was palpable.
My daughter and all the other kids were skipping along, smiles on their faces, kicking up snow and taunting each other with snowballs. They had their tongues stuck out trying to catch snowflakes. They were ecstatic with the prospect of snow forts and tobogganing.
They were happy it was snowing.
And their happiness rubbed off on
all of most of the adults in the schoolyard. 😉
Snow, like everything else, is just a matter of perspective.