I love the wonder of new fallen snow! As a child I used to love being outside while it was still snowing. It was always amazing to me how snow falling, which didn’t make a sound, muted out so much of the other sounds around us. I loved listening to the stillness. In the profound “quiet” and beauty, I felt close to God. I remember the sense of adventure I felt as I would venture into deep snow to make snow angels or snow forts. If I didn’t enjoy playing in it so much, I would have been frustrated that the perfection of the beauty of freshly fallen snow had been destroyed. Yes, it is an inborn trait, I am a perfectionist. I have tried most of my life to ditch this quality, as it can be the source of much frustration and guilt, but I do not excuse enjoying the perfection of God’s creations.
Today we got some of the winter snow that “should have” fallen while the kids were on Christmas break. Since they did not have school because of the Martin Luther King Jr. holiday, most of them were able to go out and play in the snow. As I began answering their requests to play outside while it was still snowing, I was dumbfounded that my responses were void of any of the wonder and excitement of the moment. My first response was, “Not until it stops snowing. It is too cold while it is still snowing.” Was that my overprotective side talking or was I just not looking forward to the practical side of dealing with frozen toes, wet winter clothing scattered all over the floor afterwards, and their attention span being too short? Finally I relented.
In the aftermath of their play I looked at the multiple footprints all over the snow. There is a beauty I have come to appreciate in looking at the footprints of animals and children in the snow. They tell a type of story. In all the randomness of the multiple sets of prints, there is a pattern and beauty all its own. Some of the prints are easily explained, like the paths that lead to and from the multiple doors of the house, while others I am left to speculate what they were doing and why they forged that new path. Another look within myself leads me to contemplate what I should learn from these simple life observations.