Child's Play
Monday I was off from work for Presidents' Day, and woke up to see everything covered in a blanket of snow. But instead of my usual adult-like groan at yet another snowfall this winter, I quickly bundled up my son and myself, and we headed outdoors. Despite the large accumulations this season, we haven't had much outdoor playtime. The majority of the snow has been accompanied by freezing rain, ice, and frigid temperatures, so Monday's powder was a refreshing change.
Our neighbor was outside with her 2-year-old son as well, and we quickly got the boys together for some playtime. We built a snowman and, of course, went sledding. The boys went down the sled together, took turns having solo flights, and even took turns going down the hill with their very eager mothers.
Eventually the boys gave up on sledding, content to lay down and make snow angels. So my neighbor and I took some solo flights ourselves. Each time we offered our boys a ride, and when they refused we went down the hill by ourselves. I daresay we had more fun than our boys did.
And when it was time to go home, I'm not sure who was more disappointed. My son loves being outdoors, and even though I knew he was hungry for lunch, he wouldn't admit it, hoping for at least another five minutes outside. I loved my time as a child again, with grown-up things like work, dirty dishes, and laundry far from my mind.
We've all heard the clichés regarding age before: "You're only as old as you feel" and "Age is nothing but a number." That being the case, I would have to say yesterday I was about 10 years old.
And I loved every minute of it.
Our neighbor was outside with her 2-year-old son as well, and we quickly got the boys together for some playtime. We built a snowman and, of course, went sledding. The boys went down the sled together, took turns having solo flights, and even took turns going down the hill with their very eager mothers.
Eventually the boys gave up on sledding, content to lay down and make snow angels. So my neighbor and I took some solo flights ourselves. Each time we offered our boys a ride, and when they refused we went down the hill by ourselves. I daresay we had more fun than our boys did.
And when it was time to go home, I'm not sure who was more disappointed. My son loves being outdoors, and even though I knew he was hungry for lunch, he wouldn't admit it, hoping for at least another five minutes outside. I loved my time as a child again, with grown-up things like work, dirty dishes, and laundry far from my mind.
We've all heard the clichés regarding age before: "You're only as old as you feel" and "Age is nothing but a number." That being the case, I would have to say yesterday I was about 10 years old.
And I loved every minute of it.