Slice of Life #9 - The Demise of the Giant Snowball
"Will you help me roll the snowball?" he asks, with anticipation in his voice. Before I'm able to get outside I walk past the window and notice the giant snowball, covered with bits of dirt, being rolled into the middle of the drive way. The rolling stops and now he's analyzing the snowball and begins to attack it with a shovel. I'm thinking it's a good thing the weather will be getting warmer because I don't think that snowball is going anywhere.
Sure enough as the night is winding down my husband says, "Be sure you don't back into the snowball as you leave in the morning!" Oh brother - It will be a miracle if I remember. I think to myself.
"Mom! Don't run into my snowball when you leave!" my son exclaims the next morning. More worried about the fate of the snowball than anything else. He doesn't seem to grasp the idea that the snowball's life will be short lived. It lasts longer than I expect though. For the next three days, despite temperatures in the high 60's I find myself navigating my way each morning around the snowball. Everyday it gets smaller and smaller. The second day I back around the snowball I notice it's iceburg like sharp edges and dirt beginning to clump around the base of the snowball. The third day, shockingly, I again remember to swirve my way around the small clump of snow, slowly becoming a small clump of dirt. I've found myself each morning curiously awaiting to discover the state of affairs of the snowball, that can no longer be considered "giant" by any means.That day when I come home, I am disappointed to find only a pile of dirt. Out of sheer honor and respect, I find myself swirving around the debris. I'm sad that this one time intruder, that had become our friend, is now gone. Good bye winter - it was time, we know you'll be back again someday!