I had one of those moments today – when my husband and I took the kids sledding at Mooney’s Bay in Ottawa. Now, you might be thinking, “Big deal…we’ve all gone sledding. What makes this excursion so fun?” Well, today was outstanding for a few reasons:
- For the past several days, the weather has been cold. As in really, REALLY cold…like south of -35 C type cold. So, as you can imagine, we’ve been mostly hibernating in the house…and Mommy has been going slightly stir-crazy. Today, the cold spell broke – for a few magical hours before morphing into freezing rain.
- For over a week, all four of us have been taking turns coughing, sneezing and generally feeling sorry for ourselves. We draw straws as to who gets the humidifier in their bedroom each night. No huge illnesses, but just your run-of-the-mill, slight misery-inducing winter colds. Today, we all woke up feeling relatively well-rested and healthy.
- For the past nine years – since Elissa was born – our sledding excursions have been limited to the little pimple of a hill that’s around the corner from our house. But today, Ian and I decided that the girls had graduated to the BIG HILL!
It’s awesome to be able to participate in an activity with your kids that you truly enjoy, and the beauty of this hill was that you actually got a bit of a rush out of it. It probably had an elevation of about 60 feet, but with a nice, gradual slope so that each long trek to the top was rewarded with a good, long toboggan run.
On one run in particular, Lily and I hit a few good bumps and caught some air. We hung on tight and started screaming in startled delight. When we finally tumbled off the sled in a snowy, laughing heap at the bottom, I gave Lily a huge high-five; I was pretty proud of my gutsy six-year-old for doing that with me.
A set of parents smiled over at me as they pulled their own sled past. “I’m not sure who was having more fun there…you or your daughter,” the woman commented. “Based on the screaming, I’d say it might have been you!”
It reminds me a bit of a quote I’ve always loved:
“Growing old is compulsory; growing up is optional.”
– Bob Monkhouse