** This is for a prompt on Sue Vincent’s blog. If you would like to get in on her weekly prompt, you can find out all about the fun here. Sue gave us the beautiful photo above and the word Magic. So this is my humble little offering: Snow Day Magic
I finally released her from my grip and she burst out the front door and into the cold December morning. It was the most magical of all days; a Snow Day!
A Snow Day means not only do you get to play in the snow, but there is NO School that day! This is a miracle to a child.
She looked a little like the Michelin Man, as she made her way to the lot behind the school and I couldn’t help but giggle at the sight.
I guess I’m a little overly cautious. I insisted on snow pants, heavy jacket, gloves, boots and hat. She tried to tell me that her friends were waiting, that she needed to go, now! But I wouldn’t turn her loose until I was satisfied with the layers of clothing.
She shuffled through the fluffy snow; her breath making little clouds of vapor in front of her as she walked/ran toward the sound of the other kids.
Crossing the little bridge, she slipped just a little as she got to the other side. I gasped at the sight, but only a foot ended up in the creek. The boots she had would keep her warm and dry.
Being a parent has a special kind of reward. Despite all the headaches, the tantrums and the growing pains, parents get to see real magic because of their kids. It doesn’t happen all the time.
There is the wonder on their face as they see the lights on a Christmas tree, or discover that first hidden Easter egg. It’s watching the world through your child’s eyes and seeing that world with the joy and innocence that they do.
I’ll never forget the first time we watched the Wizard of Oz together. Through Michelle’s eyes, I was fascinated by the ‘Good Witch’ and terrified by the ‘Bad Witch’. The Flying Monkeys were frightening and I came to love the sweet Tin Man.
As my daughter reached the snowy meadow and her friends, I could see the excitement on her face. Her cheeks were red from the cold and she was grinning with delight. Along with the others, she climbed the gentle slope to the top and waited her turn for the sled.
Standing in my living room looking through the window at the crowd of children across the meadow, I was witnessing a miracle. I was seeing the kind of magic that only a child can fully appreciate.
I was seeing the magic of a Snow Day.
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