A heavy snowfall swept through our area Tuesday night, and June’s preschool was canceled Wednesday in the event conditions were particularly bad. I looked forward to spending the day at home with my little girl, working on a few blog projects, reading stories and playing blocks with June, but the power went out at about 11 a.m. Wednesday and I found out later the storm knocked out power to the entire town! No heat, no Wi-Fi, no music. So we went outside and played in the snow.
Solha couldn’t get enough of the deep snow, but June didn’t like it. She’s still too little to trudge around in thick, white powder without toppling over. She reminded me of the kid brother from The Christmas Story….”I can’t move my arms!”
So we spent the rest of the afternoon inside reading stories, drinking tea, playing blocks and puzzles until Jake came home to hook up the generator so we had heat. (Boy, do I love the generator!)
I don’t know about other parents, but I’m conditioned to want to multitask with everything I do — sneak in a bit of work when I’m with June, read this, clean that, slip in a call while trying to focus on her, and usually these things can’t be helped — it’s part of the package with being a grown up — but it always leaves me feeling a bit scattered and frazzled, like I’m always behind on something, but I can never really figure out what.
So yesterday it was nice in a way to have no distractions — no computer, no phone, no power with which to do blog projects, nothing to interfere with my time with my kid. And we had a nice day, just the two of us, hanging out. I know these days won’t last forever. There will come a day when the last thing in the world she’ll want to do is to spend a day alone with mom, so I try to cherish the snow days while I can.
Having heat in my house gave shape to this epiphany. Otherwise there would have been hell to pay.