Snow days? No, not yet
Posted: Wednesday, January 30, 2013 8:00 pm
By: By Lisa Smartt
I’m a grown-up. I’ve been walking the earth for nearly half a century. I eat vegetables, pay the electric bill and go to bed before 10 most nights. I even walk through the house saying grown-up things. Things like: “Gather the trash for trash day.” “Whose dirty socks are these?” “Eat your broccoli.” (Yes, that’s the correct spelling for broccoli and I agree that it doesn’t look right.) “Use a coaster, please.” “Don’t set the house on fire.”
I know how grown-ups are supposed to feel about weather, too. We’re supposed to want good weather. Clear weather. Responsible weather. We’re supposed to want all little children everywhere to go to school every day so that they become educated, grow up, pay electric bills and tell their own kids not to set the house on fire.
But when it comes to snow days or even the potential for snow days, well, I find myself drifting back to those West Kentucky days of my own childhood. I’m glad I didn’t grow up in the north where children go to school despite the snow. That’s just too grown-up in my book.
I have vivid childhood memories of waking up early and listening to the school closings on the radio, asking God to allow me to hear those two little words, those two precious words. Grayson County. When those words were spoken, I would go running through the house cheering, dancing and celebrating a day at home with my Barbie Camper and Easy Bake Oven. And, yes, when it came to the Easy Bake Oven, I’m sure Mom told me not to set the house on fire.
Fast forward to my grown-up years. This year, my Weakley County boys have yet to experience the joys of a snow day. And that’s fine. I mean, welcome to the real world, boys. Life is about work and alarm clocks and clean clothes and math and early morning trash gathering.
The problem? Well, the problem is that there have been too many predictions of bad weather. Too much false hope. Several nights we went to bed knowing, just knowing, that the next morning we would wake to see a blanket of snow or ice that would completely eliminate the need for clean clothes or math. Thankfully, we still set the alarm clocks. I guess we set the alarm clocks for the same reason we pay the electric bill. We’re grown-ups.
I know that bad weather causes problems for a lot of people. I don’t want to cause problems. I guess I just want one school morning when my teenage boys don’t have to get up and be responsible. I want to look out in the yard and see a blanket of white. I want to make gravy and wear my pajamas all day and commit to going nowhere.
In a few years, our boys will be grown and on their own. We probably won’t even notice school closings anymore. Hard to believe. Maybe that’s why I need just a few more moments of looking out the window with nowhere to go. A few more moments sitting together around the fireplace. And one more precious opportunity to say, “Don’t set the house on fire.”
For more information about Lisa Smartt, visit her website, lisasmartt.com. She may be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Published in The Messenger 1.30.13