We have waited many months for the tiniest smidgen or hint of snow for this season. None!
Finally, Saturday night it began to snow. The first real snow of the season. An amount of snow that required shoveling. At ten o'clock at night the snow started to taper off. (Warning: This is the part where I get all oober goober goopy over my boys).
The garage opens and out walk my three oldest Native's with shovels in hand along with my adopted son from up the street. They spent the next two hours shoveling driveway after driveway after driveway and sidewalks in between. All the houses where there weren't youngin's to help shovel, all the houses that housed elderly, and a few others in between just because.......
A few years ago we awoke Christmas morning to major snow. It was awesome!! The Native's came downstairs and looked at the tree and then outside and saw the snow. The older Native's started talking among themselves and next thing I knew, they were throwing on snow pants, coats, and boots over their jammies. There were elderly neighbors who might want to either go and visit family or have family visit. They wanted to make sure the driveways were clear for these folks. Off they went along with The SM and it was once again, several hours before they returned to the younger Native's and myself waiting for them. Grins on their faces bantering back and forth with each other and ready to enjoy the afternoon opening their gifts.
When I started this post I hadn't meant to go in this direction. I was going to tell you all how I'm a lame mom because I haven't made The Native's do their chores and we've been a bit naughty about homework because it finally snowed and I have been letting The Native's play in the snow the second they get home from school until it is dark and time for dinner.
They gobble up their dinner, put on their headlamps, and head back out into the snow.
Here's my justification. If these younger Native's turn out to be anything like the older Native's, I suppose a few missed days of chores and skimping on homework won't hurt them too badly.
Someone please say yes and comment in the affirmative and back me up on my lousy parenting so I can continue to justify myself.
And while you're at it, will you please also give me an excuse for my behavior of sitting in my lazy chair eating handful after handful of chocolate chips while The Native's sluff their chores and homework.