A Sweet Sled Ride
As tired as we parents can get, there are some things we just can't miss.
Last weekend, my sister-in-law and I made plans to take our kids sled-riding at her farm.
The problem: I had several other things I needed to do that day, including get to work by 4:30 p.m.
Paying no mind to that, I thought, "What a strong multi-tasker I am. I could do this."
So, after only four hours of sleep, I began my rounds that morning. I stopped at the bank, went to the grocery store to get some much-needed items, and then moved on to my next destinations.
I almost fainted by the end of it all.
“Buck up!” I thought to myself. “This day isn’t anywhere near being over yet!”
I was exhausted, but the Starbucks in Cranberry came to my rescue. After a grande caramel cappuccino, I was pumped to get to my next destination.
By the end of all my errands, the caffeine had worn off, and I was beyond exhausted.
I began to ponder whether I should just ask my husband to take Kailee sledding at the farm, allowing me to take a nap before work that night.
Then I began to wonder how in the world I could even think of missing her first sled-riding experience.
With round two of Starbucks brewing in my belly, I made my way home.
Looking back, I feel I dressed Kailee appropriately for that day. Long johns, sweatpants, snow pants along with an undershirt, turtle neck and sweatshirt. Finally, to complete her puffy look, a cat-shaped hat with matching mittens. She looked adorable!
My husband rolled his eyes and laughed at my overprotective attempts to keep her warm in the elements.
When the time came for our first slide down the hill, I could see the excitement in Kailee's face and hear it in her giggle. I’m pretty sure I once looked and sounded the same.
I crawled in the sled behind her, wrapped my legs around hers and pushed her cheek to mine. I took a deep breath, taking in her sweet scent and the beauty of the glorious blue sky that was above us.
Whoosh! Down we went, gaining more and more speed. There was a mix of exhilaration and tenderness as I felt the speed of the sled and heard my little daughter burst into laughter.
With the sweetness only a child can have, she gave me the sign for more, letting me know she wanted to go again.
Any other day, the thought of trudging up a hill while pulling a 40-pound toddler in a sled would fill me with trepidation.
That day, I was more than happy to do it.
Over and over again we slid down that hill, giggling uncontrollably even when our sled went off course and we landed in the snow.
Then it was time to go to work.
By the time I got home to bed, it was 2 a.m.
Yes, I was exhausted.
But the joy of that day and the memory it gave me was more than worth it.