There's nothing like an energetic 3-year-old, to remind you how to have fun.
Monday morning, I woke up early, (and grumpy) ready to shovel the driveway--again.
I dressed myself and my son in three layers of snow gear, grabbed the shovel, and let him throw snowballs at me, while I got to work.
After each heavy heave, I'd glance over, and he would be making a snow angel, or digging a tunnel, or eating a handful of fluffy, white frozen water. I couldn't help but smile at just how different our views of the weather were. What was a pain in the neck for me, was nothing but sheer joy for him.
But the real joy for both of us, came after a straight hour of begging. Chase desperately wanted to ride his sled. Finally, once the driveway was clear, I gave in.
I pulled him around the yard, pushed him down a tiny hill, loaded the sled with snow.... everything he wanted to do. Except one. He kept saying "now I push Mommy!" I polietly decline and said I was too big to sled. But after the 10th request I finally jumped on.
We slid down the hill together... and it was better than I remembered! I instantly had flashbacks of sledding with my Dad when I was a kid, and how much fun it was. How could I have declined that request??
I can honestly say the next time it snows, the driveway will wait. The boys and I have sledding to do!
