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It is raining. It’s already been the second day ….I saw my friend’s pictures on the internet, and I see the children having fun in the snow.
Yesterday, when we were heading to my son’s karate lesson, he told me ‘You see there are no more leaves on the trees. You have told me , when they have all fallen down it will snow. Where is the snow Mum???
Last year, on the 19th of December I moved to England. Before we left, I wanted only one thing, really badly. I wanted to snow. I was praying for it daily. And it snowed for several days. I didn’t mind digging out my car with a shovel from the parking lot. We were happy. Very happy.
I ran in the snow with Lukas, we sledged, we made angels lying on our back, I threw him in the big snow. Maya, my daughter was watching us from the window, from my mother’s arms. She was too small. She didn’t even touch the snow…
And then here we have a lot of rain. I don’t mind. A lot of my friends they scared me with the bad weather, I don’t find it so bad.
But there is always a but: I miss the SNOW!!! A miss the children laughter. The happy, loud, innocent children’s laughter.
Did I take my children’s childhood away???
Lukas is 4 and a half years old. He is at school. He is learning to write and to read.
I never see children playing in front of their house. Only in playgrounds or in indoor places. I never seen children playing pick-a-boo, playing with slingshot, drawing on the street. Here everything is organized, everything is counted.
I would like to take him home, at least for a few days, just to make a snowman. But I can’t. Holiday is on 14th of February. Who can guarantee snow in February? Here the attendance is in percentage. We lost few points because of his tonsillitis, even if he had paper from the GP.
So, we are jumping in the puddles, and trying to make everything to help him to remain a child….
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