"OH MY GOSH, MOM!"
Smiling at the sink, I look over at Isaac. His face is smooshed against the cold kitchen window, glancing out at the white driveway and backyard. "CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? IT'S SNOW!" I can believe it. And yes, I see it.
To me, snow can be a blessing, and it can be a challenge. It is a chance to cuddle up with a cozy blanket, some coffee, and loved ones around. It means having to get up an extra 15 minutes early so I have time to bundle up my sons to get them off to school in time. It means more work, more time spent. Beauty and time on the couch always costs something, though...so I take the snow with a grain of salt (and sprinkle a few actual cupfuls on my walkway to melt the rest).
To Isaac, it's nothing but wonderful. He sees the miraculous white powder floating from the sky. He watches it cover the ground and thinks about all those snowflakes accumulating so he can make snow balls, snow men, and other snow creations. (I know this, because I can see it in his eyes.)
I take the opportunity to get some practical wisdom in, as I usually do. "Isaac," I say, wiping my hands on the dish cloth and grabbing my cup of coffee. "Did you know that all that snow is made of lots and lots and LOTS of teeny-tiny snowflakes? Snowflakes that are all different and float down and land on top of each other?" He looks at me and raises his eye brows in an exaggerated fashion. "Mom. That. Is. So. AWESOME." I purse my lips together to stifle a laugh. "I know!" He turns to smoosh an excited face against the window again. It is silent. We watch the snow together.
I look at those billions of flakes and think of their uniqueness. I look at my son, and I think of his excitement, his joy, his passion about the things (like snow) that so many of us have lost, forgotten, or just chose to dislike because of it's inconvenience or it's difficulty. The snow brings a new season.
This is the season when the quiet comes, the snow brings a peaceful hush to creation, and we can listen. We can watch. We can see how even in the seasons we may not enjoy or respect, we can always...always, find a reason to be thankful for it. A reason to rejoice. Because in the middle of all that discomfort and dislike is growth...happening under the surface, behind the scenes, and come spring...we will see the miracle that took place in the quiet cold. Underground, underneath, and all around.
This season for Isaac has been just that. Beneath the struggles and the chill of the unknown has come amazing growth...and unlike the seasons I know, HIS season has just started to flourish. So, with the snow...for me...for Isaac...comes nothing but wonderful.
And yes, I believe it: I can see it. And I am amazed.