The winter that wasn’t
Last March, I was wearing capris and sandals and sunglasses. I remember it distinctly. Of course, I was in Cuba at the time. This year, there was no need to go south for March Break, and it actually got to summer temperatures this week. So yesterday I was in Toronto, wearing capris and sandals and sunglasses. In March. What the what.
I was dreading the winter. Dreading dragging a baby back and forth for school drop offs and pick ups, imagining drifting snow and sub-zero temperatures and boys slowed down making snowsuit sounds. But it never really happened. I got off so easy. I’m not sure the planet is getting off easy, but I’m looking at it as a gift to me.
This will likely be the only winter I’ll ever be responsible for taking the kids to and from school. Next year I’ll be back at work and only in charge of getting myself to and from the streetcar or subway (which can be hard enough when it’s -20℃). A nanny, as yet undetermined, will be doing the school run.
Hey Mother Nature, thanks for a helping a mother out. Even if the kids are still whining that they never got to go sledding.