This was my Facebook status, last night (yes, I’m one of those long-status people):
After lunch, we decided to go skating. But the car wouldn’t start. The battery was capital D dead. So, I decided to take the kids on the bus, while Mike replaced the battery. But the bus doesn’t stop near the Victoria Oval. So, we got off at the top of the hill, took the stairs, and walked through the golf course. But then I thought a cross-country ski trail was a path to the rink, and we got lost. In hip deep snow.
So, we walked back the way we came. Very slowly. Shelton cried. We talked about snowshoes and telemark skis and the value of adventure, which made it better…. sort of. Then we crossed the road to the River Valley Trail and found a Christmas Tree – a little decorated, live spruce right there among the regular trees. Which was awesome. So, we sang Christmas carols for the rest of our walk, and found the skating rink. Where there were no vending machines, or hot chocolate machines, or operational water fountains.
So, we skated for awhile and pretended to be soaring eagles and wushu masters. Until Mike showed up with a happy car and hot chocolate and snacks. Woot! And then we went to get Chinese food. WOOOT!!! And now we have a new memory about how, on the very last day of 2012, the car was broken and I got us lost and Shelton skated for a whole hour without the skating frame…. Which is a long way of saying, “HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYBODY!” I hope next year’s adventures are snow-shoe optional… unless you like that kinda thing. =D
2012 was a stressful year, for this family. I started grad school last January, and basically tilted our entire lives fifteen degrees to the left. No big deal. We’re used to being tilted. Frankly, we sort of like it… And then someone lit the rocket boosters, and we found ourselves hurtling through our days with emotion and experience intensifying all around us, until it was actually quite difficult to figure out when we were laughing and when we were crying. Often, we did both at the same time. We won almost all of our missions, and celebrated, but the ones we lost hurt us deeply.
Yesterday afternoon, my kids and I were stuck in the snow with trees so thick around us, I couldn’t see where we were. The map application on my smartphone was frozen, and my son – who was already tired when we left the house – was struggling hard and finally just fell back and cried. It was frustrating. Everything was so FRUSTRATING! This simple thing that was supposed to be fun had just exploded into insanity and it was ALL MY FAULT! I blinked tears and thought about how I probably wasn’t strong enough to carry both of them out of here. Which is hilarious, when you think about it. Because we were stuck in the snow in a golf course, of all places, with a busy road somewhere beyond those trees over here, and a bunch of cross-country-skiers somewhere inside those trees over there, several hundred kilometres away from real peril.
Laughing, I picked up my son, and I hugged my daughter, and we hung out in the snow for awhile, watching the trees and the birds and talking about snowshoes and skis, and yetis and zombies, and how cool it would be if we could just lift up our wings and fly.
When we were ready, getting unstuck was easy. When we were waiting to cross the street, Shelton was already re-telling our snow adventures with comic flourish. When we came across the little Christmas tree, Danica remarked that we wouldn’t have found it if we hadn’t gotten lost, or the bunny tracks, or the giant nest, either. So, that was cool. It was actually kinda fun. It was maybe our Best New Year’s Eve Day Ever, especially once Danica did her first spin on skates and Shelton lapped the rink without any help at all.
My only resolution for 2013 is to find more of those hidden gifts. Rub the condensation off the rocket porthole and really see the joy in my life, you know? I’m so lucky. I’m so blessed. But sometimes, I forget. Can one resolve to remember, more often?
Happy New Year, everyone. I hope you find your joy, too :-)