I am Laura, a working mom of two that also loves to write. You will find me talking about the latest book I read, the coolest app I just found, or the simple recipe I just made. I live in Northeast Wisconsin with my family.
Tonight we went sledding with the kids. It was a spur of the moment trip just to a local part after work. My oldest was already playing outside and when my husband got home, he felt bad about her sledding down a pathetic old snow pile in the front yard.
I wasn’t going to go. The thought of a quiet hour at home to get things done sounded so very appealing. It wasn’t even the cold. It was in the 30’s, which for January in Wisconsin is really not all that bad. It was just the idea of being alone for a bit. After another long day at work, having about 60 minutes where no one needed me or wanted something sounded like heaven.
My husband wanted me come along. It wasn’t worth the fight, so I agreed. I put on my boots and my heavy winter coat and we were off. The park wasn’t far from our house and as soon as we got there, the girls were off running to the hill. It’s a fairly small hill and perfect for smaller legs like theirs.
My husband and I told them that we weren’t going to sled. We were just going to watch and when we got too cold, we were going to head home.
After their first trip down the hill, I was glad I went. The screams and laughter coming from them as the slid down the hill was infectious. They were so happy and having so much fun. We watched them go down alone and hanging onto each other’s sleds. We couldn’t help but smile and laugh with them after each trip down.
They asked me to go down the hill with them a couple of times but we told them we couldn’t as we didn’t have snow pants on.
The more I sat there watching them, the more I was reminded of all the times my dad took me sledding. He would take my sister and I all the time when I was growing up. I always loved it and had such fun.
I decided then and there that I wanted my girls to remember me for going sledding with them. I marched up the hill, stole my youngest’s sled, and went down the hill. I swore I laughed just as hard as they did. Then I went down the hill one time with each of them. We laughed so hard as we turned around and went down the hill backwards. My boots dragged along the side of the sled, sending a spray of snow up into our faces.
We had a great time and I hope my girls remember how their dad and I took them sledding at night. I want them to have more memories like that and it’s up to me to make it happen. Someone I follow on Instagram often has the hashtag with pictures of her kids something about it being her job to make make memories. So true.
I know there have been too times I didn’t do something because I was “too tired” or “too busy”. As a mom that works full time outside the home and that is also trying to build a freelance writing career, I have to remember not to get too caught up in life that I miss these moments. It would have been so easy to send the girls off with Daddy to sled and then hear about it later. I am glad I chose to be there for that moment instead of getting a picture sent via text or hearing about it later.
One day, I want them to take their kids sledding, remembering all the times times we took them sledding.
Be sure to leave Laura some comment love here and then go visit Not Just 9 to 5!