We have had incredible winter weather this past month. I have, in the past, seen it snow a lot more here on the prairie. I have never seen it colder here. -30 wind chill! That is cold. Pipes freeze, wind blows and heaters can't keep up. But my kids always find a way to look on the bright side. I picked up Zaddok from school last week and he gave me his perspective on the weather.
We were driving home from his school and he said, "Mama, it's a nice day today!"
It was 4 degrees with negative wind chill because of the 30 mile-an-hour sustained winds.
Being the ever-sensitive mother I said, "What the heck are you talking about! It's freezing and miserable outside!"
His little, sweet smile spread across his face as he gazed dreamily out the window. "But the snow is so pretty!"
Then I got to see through his eyes. The snow glittered in the bright afternoon sun and the wind blew dancing currents of powder around our car. The frost on the glass made an intricate maze of crystals across my field of view.
I felt like a grump. I let my own comfort determine what I saw in front of me. Was it a nice day for playing outside, for gardening or for not wearing a parka? Nope. But it was still beautiful. We had all been healthy, warm and fed. I had nothing to complain about.
I said, "You know what buddy? It is a nice day!"
Sometimes it takes a 5-year-old to teach me how to live.