Yesterday afternoon Harry and I bundled up in our snowgear until we both looked like marshmallows and headed out into the cold to enjoy the measly 1" of snow that fell the previous evening. It was awesome! We ran and jumped and kicked a ball and pulled a sled and walked through the woods and chased the dogs around the yard. When we both tired out, after about an hour and a half, we shed our gear in the mudroom and turned on the kettle for a cup of hot cocoa, which we later enjoyed with Cheese Nips (white cheddar is the favorite in our house).
And as I tucked my boy (who is definitely a baby no longer) into bed with rosy red cheeks and nose, I realized that I need to have days like that more often. Rather, we both do. It is easy to sit inside and turn on the television. It is easy to snack all day long. It is easy to substitute exercise and outdoor fun with shopping and strolling through the mall. But those things do not fulfill us, they do not make us better people at the end of the day. Rolling in the snow with my son made me a better mom that day, and I pledge to him and to myself to do it more often, despite the 'easier' forms of entertainment.
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