Winter is here and the snow keeps falling.
Some years are better than others in the household as far as being prepared for the first snowfall. Depending on timing and motivation, on a mother’s part, depends on how ready everyone in the house is for the snow. There are some years that everyone has gloves, hats, boots, jackets and snowpants to match. All the children look like they could be on a ski slope in Aspen, and whether they can ski or not, they look great. It is not clear why these years even happen.
It may be something nagging in the back of moms head from last year that says, next year the family will be better prepared for the snow and it won’t be such a scramble to find matching gloves and boots, it could be the family down the street has already been out in their new clothes and look like they have everything from the LL Bean catalog and not to be outdone, mom is not letting her children go out without at least looking decent, or it is just coincidence. The irony in all of this is, that no matter what gets done and when everyone has their own snow gear, that is the year there is no snow. What a waste, but the good news is we are ready for next year.
Fast forward one year and we now have snow falling, school is cancelled and the sleds are ready to be taken down the hill. Everyone is excited to get dressed and enjoy the day. You are off downstairs to the basement for the winter wardrobe that was not used last year and look forward to finally getting our money’s worth out of them.
When the first arm is put into the jacket it is painfully obvious that the children have grown, but the clothes have not. Oh no, now what? Time to look and find the biggest size and give that to the biggest kid. Even though the youngest and the oldest have switched places in size, they have not switched gender. This is getting a little tricky but in order for this to work the perfect solution was thought of years ago that dictates that anything bought for the children that can be passed down must be navy, green, black or red.
All clothes must be able to be worn by both a girl or a boy, no pink or ruffles, no racecars or trains, just plain and basic. It sounds dull and boring until your son needs gloves and all you have are three pairs of pink gloves that he refuses to wear. He runs from the house in a huff, with no gloves on at all, by the time he returns his fingers do not bend and you realize there has to be a better way to keep him from getting frostbite.
It is good to have rules to live by in any kind of weather.