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Surviving the Blizzard of 2015

Surviving the Blizzard of 2015

A winter storm accompanied by two or more feet of snow was predicated to cover most of Massachusetts earlier this week. As many people in the state did, I attempted to prepare within reason while my husband, who was scheduled to be away on business, started to panic a bit.

His first priority was to make sure I called the propane company to come fill the tank which was at 25% and runs our generator and fireplace. Did I fill my car with gas? When would I be going to the grocery store? He alerted family and friends that I would be home alone. He asked again if I called the propane company and did I offer to pay more money for a faster delivery?

I decided to hit the grocery store early the morning of the storm. Not because I was panicking about a food shortage, but rather because I’m eating Paleo at the moment and wanted to make sure I had plenty of food on hand so I didn’t “cheat”. I hit Target to pick up a couple DVDs and a Lego set for my kids as I knew the anticipated snow day was still going to be a busy work day for me. And yes, I called the propane company, but when they told me they couldn’t fill the tank, I shrugged my shoulders. I’ve lived through many snowstorms. Sure, snow storms stink and slow things down a bit, but I’ve never felt the need to panic over the anticipated white stuff.

And snow it did. I went to bed at midnight with a light dusting. By 8 a.m., when I opened the front door, there was nearly two feet of snow.

Blizzard snow accumulation

Boy playing in snowRight away, I got to shoveling. While I shoveled a ton of snow that day, what astonished me most was how grown up my kids suddenly were. You see, this is the first time my kids got all dressed by themselves to come out and play and the first time they made their own trails through the snow. It was also the first time they brought out their own sleds and shovels and the first time they put them all back, without being told do so. During the four hours of shoveling they only hollered for me a few times. In years past, they’ve hollered for me dozens of times. They enjoyed playing together and built forts out of the piles of snow. Even when I announced I was done for the day, my son didn’t immediately call it a day. Will stayed outside for another 30 minutes “working” on his new snow castle. I think this was the first time my kids actually loved every second in the snow, so much so, they didn’t want it to end. It was awesome. When they came in, it wasn’t because they were cold or tired. It wasn’t because I wasn’t with them to entertain them. They came in because they were simply done playing for a little bit.

I honestly never thought the day would come. For years, outdoor chores have been completely unappealing to me because the kids always “want this” or “need help with that” or simply need me in their constant line of vision. I felt for the moms and dads trying to clear their driveways with little ones pleading for attention. My message to you is that it does pass, like so many other things in life. These moments don’t last forever. Who knows, maybe with the next snowstorm your own kids will move into the next phase. Personally I hope mine stay in this phase for a little while. The next anticipated phase is when going outside to play in a snowstorm just isn’t fun anymore. I’m not quite ready for that yet.


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