February has been the month of snow. Couple of weeks ago the schools were closed for entire week and we marked the first snow of the season by sledding in Bond Park, fighting with snow-balls, building snow-man & snow-mountains, watching Frozen and doing tons of baking with our hot cocoa. Kids kept praying for another bout of white wonderland and they were answered. It has been snowing for last two days in Triangle. It came down hard and fast yesterday at noon and within 3 hours we had 4 inches of white powder. Avi and Neev bundled up and played in cul-de-sac with friends, splashed each other, ate freezing rain and made snow-angels. Entertained with home made banana walnut bread by our next door neighbor, the day was all about lazing around, sipping hot beverages and doing lots of cooking , all this while praying for no power outage.There were so many stories on local channel of people stuck in snow, walking miles and miles in the extreme weather, trying to get home, . Everything that's important was around me and I felt grateful to be able to wrap my arms around my family. The night looked beautiful with so much of reflected light that it appeared like dawn. We went to bed praying for everyone who was out stuck out in this weather.
We all slept in. Woke up to the scenery of pretty icicles hanging from basketball net , table and chairs on the deck and bushes & shrubs weighing down from snow. Kids were ready to go out again after waffles, crepes and milk. Ice had formed overnight and though it was pretty, it was slick outside. Avi and Neev marched into it pretending to be robots and Neev punched the icy snow proclaiming himself as Hulk.
After the fun and the hot shower we all settled in blankets when I had my moments of pure joy, just like collecting the white flakes in your palms, feeling their softness and ticking on your face. Yes, that's how it felt when Avi started playing his piano and when Neev started practicing Raag Bhairav. My home was abuzz with music of my children and my heart swelled with love, gratefulness and happiness. These moments don't last forever. I realize that and hope that on days when I am helpless, frustrated and sad, the memory of these feelings will rescue me and lend me strength. I suppose I am no different from any other mom out there whose biggest accomplishment is just that - being a mother !
We all slept in. Woke up to the scenery of pretty icicles hanging from basketball net , table and chairs on the deck and bushes & shrubs weighing down from snow. Kids were ready to go out again after waffles, crepes and milk. Ice had formed overnight and though it was pretty, it was slick outside. Avi and Neev marched into it pretending to be robots and Neev punched the icy snow proclaiming himself as Hulk.
After the fun and the hot shower we all settled in blankets when I had my moments of pure joy, just like collecting the white flakes in your palms, feeling their softness and ticking on your face. Yes, that's how it felt when Avi started playing his piano and when Neev started practicing Raag Bhairav. My home was abuzz with music of my children and my heart swelled with love, gratefulness and happiness. These moments don't last forever. I realize that and hope that on days when I am helpless, frustrated and sad, the memory of these feelings will rescue me and lend me strength. I suppose I am no different from any other mom out there whose biggest accomplishment is just that - being a mother !
