The weather forecast calls for up to a foot of snow in the next 24 hours. As I watch the flakes coming down, I am reminded of a couple proud parenting moments from the past…
When my son was about 5, he had a friend over for a play-date on a snowy day. It was white-out conditions, and the boys begged to let them make a snowman. We agreed on 10 quick minutes in the snow… I figured it was just long enough for them to have fun, but not long enough for hypothermia to set in.
The snow that day was coming down in huge puffs of cotton-like flakes. As I watched the boys from the warm side of the window, I realized that the snow was the perfect consistency to make sno-cones. I took a quick peek in the freezer and found a concentrated fruit punch that would work perfectly for sno-cone syrup. Then, I tossed two plastic cups out to the boys and told them to fill them up and pack the snow real tight.
When the boys came in, they first warmed up with hot cocoa, and then asked me why they needed to fill those cups with snow. I explained the sno-cone idea… It was one of my proudest mom moments that I’ll treasure forever. (For those of you judging… it was virgin snow… no traces of yellow, scouts honor!) I learned that day that if you pour concentrated juice over snow balls, it will make tantalizing home-made sno-cones.
Another awesome memory involves taking a van full of kids sledding… behind my mini-van… in a school parking lot. It was a blizzardesque weekend. The parking lot was vacant. I didn’t feel like hiking up the hill with the kids, so it seemed only logical to tie the sled to a 25 foot rope and pull them in circles. The kids were having a great time. I used common sense and didn’t go over 5 mph. About 40 minutes into our fun, a sheriff pulled up. Luckily, he was originally from Minnesota and could relate to my parenting choice. He apologetically informed me that the police department had received a call from a concerned resident. Needless to say, the fun for that day came to a screeching halt. But, the memory will live on forever. Thank goodness for the cop’s Minnesota roots – otherwise, I might now be found on America’s Most Wanted!
I won’t ever claim to be the safest and smartest mom on the planet. My claim to fame will be loading the kids with fun memories that they can share with their grandchildren.
Well, the snow is piling up… time to go make some snow angels!