It’s funny how things work out sometimes. All last week I had planned to make snow flakes with the big kids, but they never showed up for it. As soon as they woke up I would say, “I have something fun for us to do after breakfast.”
They would nod and run away outside, and I wouldn’t see them until lunchtime, because they ate breakfast at my mother’s table next door. Ah, well, they’ve always scorned the usual home-grown omelet with fresh goat cheese and garden herbs. Then it would be too late and I would be stuck outside chasing Clothilde so she could get some fresh air and exercise (she goes insane without it).
Surely, I thought to myself after this had happened several times in a row, I can pin them down. WE WILL MAKE SNOWFLAKES!!! But they are just so good at evading me. Okay, I finally conceded. No one wants to make the stupid snowflakes. I was surprised at how sad and disappointing this realization was. I had all along imagined us all sitting down and snipping white paper with craft scissors. Because it was a fantasy, no one was fighting, and Clothilde didn’t even cut off most of her hair.
Instead I went outside again with Clo. Heck, I realized, I didn’t even feel like making snowflakes. I just wanted some peace to write in my journal, so I did. I covered a whole page complaining about no one wanting to make snowflakes while Clothilde fed me sand pies she was baking in the sand box. It was such a relief.
Then just that evening, somehow, with some holiday magic, the white paper came out. The scissors started to snip. They made snowflakes! All on their own! It was beautiful.