A rainy day is nature’s way of telling family to slow down and savour each other’s company.
We’re lucky T usually doesn’t wake up till 8:30 on weekends. But today, he got up before sunrise.
He came into our room with cheerful pep.
“Oh my God, it’s so early. Go back to bed!” I said, not even trying to mask my horror.
“But I’m hungry!” he said.
I sighed. Why did he have to play the “you need to feed me” card?!
The sky was dark. I dropped bread into the toaster and started the kettle for my coffee. It was a double dose of coffee this morning.
T watched Mario and Luigi videos on his tablet while I sipped my coffee, looking out at the rain.
After breakfast, T asked me to play. His favourite game right now is to pretend he’s Mario and I’m Luigi – and to play Floor is Lava in our family room.
He picked up the sofa cushions and threw them randomly on our lava orange 70s carpet.
There really wasn’t much point to this game but T finds great enjoyment in it. He laughed a lot as we circled the family room again and again, stepping on cushions to avoid the lava.
Afterwards, I made popcorn and we enjoyed a movie together, Cars 2.
I admit my favourite parts were whenever an exciting or funny scene came on and T turned to look at my reaction. I pulled him close to me every time and kissed him on his head.
Afterwards, he asked me to play the tickle monster, which consists of me chasing him around the house to tickle him.
The rain eventually stopped and the sun came out. It was a beautiful sunshine.
The temperature rose to 7 degrees which meant the slushy snow started to melt.
T loves stomping on puddles so I asked him if he wanted to go out. There was no resistance.
Splash pants and rubber boots on, we went out.
There were giant puddles everywhere. In one area of the park where two hills sloped down towards each other, a small creek formed.
T stomped and stomped and walked through the puddles with such contentment.
He asked me to join him but I didn’t have proper boots so I watched from a close distance with a feeling of gratitude.
When T was a toddler, I used to dread rainy days, because they meant we could not go out to play.
As he got older, they were a good reminder to slow down. Not every day has to be packed.
Sometimes, the small simple pleasures of a lazy Saturday with our sweet little boy often provide the big moments of our day.