It’s funny how you age continually, but don’t realize it or admit to it until you find yourself upside down in a ditch full of snow. This is how my dose of reality was given over this past week. With the ground covered in snow and our driveway hill perfectly coated for sleigh riding my family decided to take on a day of outside play. First off I totally underestimated the effort that is required to get four boys and myself sufficiently and warmly dressed to go out in the snow. By the time I reached the fourth child the sweat was beaded on my forehead and I was convinced I could just head on out in my pajamas and be perfectly toasty. My two year old was so padded with clothing that his little arms wanted to stick straight out to the sides. He kind of reminded me of the little boy off of the “Christmas Story” movie.
This is the first year I have really gotten to go out with my boys since the birth of my youngest son so I was pretty excited. As I finally got the strings tied on my last boot I emerged from the house looking a little scary in my mismatched ensemble, but happy and raring to go. The boys had gone ahead and found a few little hills right beside the house to break their new sleds in. As my husband joined us we decided to try the icy hills that make up our driveway. We had a blast whizzing down the slippery slopes, taking turns on each different sled. My two year old, Cole, definitely was enjoying his first big day in the snow. As the day wore on my confidence in my sledding abilities grew. I felt like a kid again and was willing to try anything that my boys were doing. I even did a few tricks they weren’t able to pull off.
This is where the age difference between us began to show. They could crash and roll and jump right back up and go for it again. I had to learn the hard way that age is not a gracious competitor. I came up with the ingenious idea to try and “ski” down the hill with a small sled on each foot. I was doing pretty good at first, then my speed picked up and each leg decided to go in a different direction. Add into the equation the fact that I was on top of a concrete driveway and you can imagine the end result. Needless to say I have to sit lightly right now. My boys and husband got a good laugh out of the deal though.
For the final blow to my aging ego, I tried to ride a tube down the hill. Don’t get me wrong, it was a great ride. The snow was blowing past my face as I rushed recklessly forward and for a moment I felt like I could fly, and I did…right into a ditch full of briars. There I found myself, upside down staring up into the sky trying to brace myself from falling further. The more I tried to upend myself the farther I slid. I called for help, but for some reason they all thought I was playing. Finally my son Levi came to my rescue or so I thought. He leaned over in an effort to assess the situation, but I could tell by the smirk on his face he was just getting a better look so he could laugh longer. I did convince him to at least pull the tube from under my bottom so I could move without sliding.
By the end of the day the boys were thoroughly worn out and I was on my last leg, literally. After homemade hot chocolate and a round of dry clothes my boys told me this had been the best day they had ever had playing in the snow. That was all this old mom needed to hear. Now if I could just get my bottom to feeling better…
Have a blessed week everyone! “To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under Heaven.” Ecclesiastes 3:1