#31

I think I have established that I am not a fan of the cold or the snow. Yet, for some strange reason, I found myself sledding today in the freezing cold snow...

My friend G has a daughter about my girls' age; we met at play morning. My friend E runs play morning, and has a little boy that is 3. The 3 mommies talk, a lot. Well, E and I were complaining about not finding sleds and wanting our kids to experience sledding. G mentioned they go and her kids love it. Short version of the long, multi-part conversation is that we got the three families together today to sled.

J is not a social person. Actually, he is very uncomfortable around people. He likes the snow, though, and loves his daughters. So I got him to agree. We went to G's house, chatted it up, let the kids play, ate. Then we got around to the outside stuff. I think you get the point that it was cold. But just in case you don't, it was so cold my face was numb. The girls were bundled up like that kid on "The Christmas Story". And it was a steep hill.

P and K are not chickens. But they kind of are. They don't like things right away; well, most of the time they don't. Also, they have never been fans of snow. So I wasn't that surprised when they weren't crazy about flying down a snow covered hill on a piece of plastic. I didn't go down the hill at all.

From the warmth and comfort of my home, I am wondering if P and K would have enjoyed sledding more if I had enjoyed it more. You know the whole psychological thing, if you act scared, your child will be scared. Blah blah blah. I wasn't scared of sledding, I am not a chicken. I just had no desire to sled. Cold, snow, and exercise - 3 things I despise! But maybe the girls were picking up on my dislike?

Or maybe they just didn't want to deal with that today. They don't have to like the snow. And I don't have to question my every move as a mother.

The girls enjoyed playing with their friends. They had a great time at G's house. J didn't say much one way or the other, but I think he had a good time, a better time than he thought he would. Though I know he wasn't as comfortable as I wish he had been. And I had a pretty good time. I got to talk to adults. These two women are really great, as are their husbands, and I really enjoyed the company.

But in the back of my mind, I seem to find myself observing all the ways I don't fit it... Why do I do that lately?? That is not me. I am the 'I don't care what you think of me' girl. And damn it, I had a good time today!