Sometimes I enjoy a good snowfall. My living room has a gas fireplace and a large picture window, which makes it especially nice for sitting in a cozy armchair and watching the big fluffy snowflakes gently falling to the ground. It’s an incredibly relaxing experience, and almost always leaves me with a lovely feeling of comfort and peace.
Unfortunately, not all Winter weather delivers in the comfort and peace department. Early last week, the local weather forecasters predicted what could be our worst snow storm in over a decade, if not a century. Depending on which TV channel I watched, I learned that we could get up to four hours of freezing rain, followed by several inches of sleet, topped off with twenty-plus inches of snow. Like almost everyone else, I dutifully trotted off to the grocery store to stock up on supplies. Then I checked that my emergency stash of candles and flashlight batteries was adequate and asked my husband to make sure we had gasoline for the generator, (And tried not to worry too much when he told me he wasn’t even sure our generator still worked.)
When it finally hit, the Winter storm wasn’t nearly as bad as predicted. We managed to skip the freezing rain altogether, and had only about an inch of sleet. Sleet can be dangerous, but it’s not nearly as slippery as ice and it also doesn’t bring down power lines. And while we did get plenty of snow, eight inches is a lot better than twenty.
I was happy that we were spared the “storm of the decade,” but I can’t say that I managed to enjoy this snowfall. We never did get big fluffy snowflakes, but we did get lots of wind, very cold temperatures and stiff muscles from shoveling our sidewalks and driveway. And I can only say that I must have had my mind on other things when I stocked up on groceries, because once we were snowed in I discovered that I was missing a few essentials. (It’s really hard to make tuna casserole without tuna, or home-made pizza without cheese.) As far as I was concerned, this snowstorm was just something to be endured.
But then I started getting texts from my daughter, complete with pictures of my grandson out enjoying the snow, as children do. He went sledding, built a snowman and even “helped” with the shoveling. At four, he’s far too young to listen to weather reports, but he sure knows how to have fun in the snow. And thankfully, that reminded me that not everyone saw the recent snowfall through my jaded eyes.
I hope I can always remember just how much it helps to see the world from someone else’s point of view now and then. I hope I can remember that what’s an inconvenience to me might also my granddaughter’s first chance to play in the snow. Because sometimes, all we need to do to brighten our mood is try to see things through the eyes of a child……