I’m sick. Everyone’s been sick with something lately. So our days, like this space, have been quieter than usual.
And this quietness has softened me quite a bit. (I need regular softening.). For the last month of cold, snow, ice, activity cancellations, daily plan cancellations, I’ve blamed my impatience with my children on the weather. On our lack of variety in our days. On not getting out as much…
Turns out, I’m now learning, I got it all wrong. There can still be magic in those days, just different magic. Thinking and doing beyond what we’d normally gravitate towards. Reading those books and making the time for those uniquely indoor opportunities. It may be a bit late to have learned this this particularly long winter, but I’m starting to get it now.
Now I’m the one in bed sick. Now almost all of my kids are well. Now is when we make the most of these odd days a bit longer (and try to find some kind of magic daily) and watch and wait; we’ve heard the cardinal’s song more often in the backyard and wait for its promise of spring.
the sleepy time gal