Winter is here, the Advent Calendar is out and all is well.
I loved watching the boy’s excitement at the frost this morning. It sometimes catches me out with those two just how little they are. You forget how young your children are I think. The daily turmoil of parenthood means that you see your kids grow up so fast and they act so old and independent all the time.
Suddenly the ground is frosty and they run out on to the grass giggling their heads off! My boys ran around the garden in absolute ecstasy every time the ground crunched under their feet. My children were children again and having a great time.
They ran with glee to show me the amazing sight of their breath coming out like a steam train. A scream of delight shrilled into the air as Daniel discovered a frozen puddle. His foot went straight through it into the cold water, of course, and was swiftly followed by Jamie’s foot who wasn’t about to be left out of something that good.
What made me giggle the most was how long it took them to realise that the path was frosty but not icy. We were half way to School and they were still desperately trying to do a skid. Daniel would suddenly lurch into a sprint only to jump up and then strike a full skateboard pose (as he landed) for milliseconds before discovering that the ground was not slippery. My big lad’s feet would stay firmly planted to the path as momentum carried his body forwards.
Just as Daniel was getting back up off the ground, Jamie would go hurtling past him in order to try the same thing.
It is so nice to see kids being kids. The urge to join in and try and do a skid was strong and really was only held back due to the experience of adulthood telling me to wait for some proper ice.
Bring on some snow next year I say; there’s nothing brings out the child in everyone more than when you have a garden full of snow.