Sometimes, life gifts you a sign to slow down.
Today was supposed to be T’s return to in-person learning. Our city got walloped with snow, so schools were closed but kids were asked to log in for online learning.
My initial reaction was “For fuck’s sake, let kids have a rare proper snow day!”
When I got up, I felt unwell. Without getting TMI, it was a “both ends” situation.
It did elicit a sympathetic “I’m sad that Papa is not feeling well” reaction from T.
So I went back to bed and slept till past Noon. I felt much better when I got up, after expelling the evil spirits earlier.
Even better, T’s teacher did not host live classes today; instead, he was given two math assignments to complete on his own.
I looked out the window and the world outside was coated in thick magical snow.
My inner child thought about letting T just enjoy his snow day. My inner perfectionist asked him to sit and complete his work.
Thankfully, T was cooperative and he did it fairly quickly, including taking a break between tasks.
Counting and making tally marks was a synch.
Sorting, counting and graphing was pretty straightforward. But there were a lot of questions, so I helped him with some of the mouse moving as he was getting restless.
The important part to me was him correctly answering the questions by himself.
Afterwards, T wanted to chill with his Switch so I left him alone for the afternoon.
In the late afternoon, when the snowfall finally stopped, we went out to enjoy the wonderland.
It was magical. Snow almost up to T’s waist.
It was carefree fun. T climbed up giant mounds of snow on driveways and threw himself on deep banks of snow.
It was about being a child on a snow day.
Thank you for the gift of this day – albeit the sickly start. Sometimes, we all need to slow down.