We’re on our second snow day around here, although – what with working from home and all – I don’t really get those.
We went to McDonald’s for lunch because I wanted to mark the day somehow as truly out of the ordinary. But it’s not like we can’t go to McDonald’s for lunch on a Saturday, so I’m not sure I accomplished my goal.
I’m big on commemorating things. I wanted it sealed in their little minds that today was special. They should have been sitting at a desk somewhere doing math facts or getting in the lunch line in an order based on which meal they chose for the day (I learned this one only recently) or practicing for the Christmas play. But instead they’re at home playing darts and Nintendo, wearing ridiculous clothing for winter months (Drew would still be in only his underwear if I hadn’t intervened), watching Shrek, and consuming miniature popsicles between every meal. Being a grownup, as I have described in detail, rocks. But snow days are one of those gifts that make it really cool to be a kid. I could explain this to them, how my work day didn’t change even the teensiest bit by the fact that our entire world (within a several-mile radius anyway) is covered by ice. But I hate to depress them. And besides, their blissful ignorance that having to be told to put clothes on top of the underwear is purely a childhood delight (I hope!) is part of the wonder of being a kid at all.
But in honor of the snow day I’ll share a couple things I have learned lately from their school work: Did you know that “learningly” and “helpingly” are qualities to look for in a friend? And in answer to why a certain American legend was called Johnny Appleseed or The Tree Planter, my eldest answered matter-of-factly, “Because they didn’t want to call him John Chapman.” (At least he knew the last name, that’s more than I could have sworn to). And finally – Drew thinks John is really cool. If you don’t believe me, check his seat work, his art work, his vocabulary sentences, and his stories from home that he apparently shares with his teacher each day. That melts my mother heart so much – I almost wish I’d let him stay in his underwear.