Yesterday school was cancelled due to freezing rain. I took the bonus day to re-arrange the furniture and make obsessively neat with art supplies, books, toys,... I made granola and pizza and lots of tea. The girls made use of the day to play hard with their friends. They created a whole new playmobile town, built a fort from the bunkbeds, formed a club, read books, and explored the icy world outside.
I hunkered indoors, braving to run outside only when absolutely necessary and only when there was a pause in the flying ice. They were not deterred by that. They are children. They kept going in and out, cheeks flushed, mittens wet, giant smiles on their faces. I shook my head, cradled my hot tea, and thought, "Kids...crazy kids"
It was only this morning that I realized what I was missing out on. Our walk to school revealed a magical icy world. Our footsteps in the grass crunched as good as any pile of autumn leaves. Hands slid smoothly across slick fences. Ice covered twigs were picked up off the ground as we each proclaimed ourselves to be king or queen of Iceland!
I hadn't accounted for the wonderous world that waited for us on our walk to school. I hadn't planned on needing to stop and pick things up and ohh and ahh over every glittering leaf/stone/flower/bit of moss. I kept hurrying them along, knowing that the bell would ring before we reached the school entrance. Until MonkE finally reminded me, "But Mom, it's going to be gone when school gets out. It's going to melt!"
She's right. It is going to melt. The school will still be there, but that fantastic sparkling icy world is going to melt. Have at it Queen Icillia.