It’s always amazing how before kids you think of all the things you’re going to do together that is super fun, only to find out that reality does not match fantasy. I love sledding, though it’s been awhile. No excuse for that, it just was never a priority. We had visited some friends and gone sledding and the first time both the girls got busted up and I did not get to go sledding nearly as much as I would like. In fact, Nova just wanted to go to the edge of the hill and walk in the woods in the deepest snow possibly, rather than sled.
So I took them again. As I have two kids and one is fairly young, it took about an hour to get ready. And as soon as we got there, the complaining set in. Nova kept saying, “I’m cold” and “I hate winter” and “I don’t want to go sledding” even though she was super excited to go sledding until we got to the car AND was bundled in about 3,000 layers. Rowan complained that I had to stick around Nova and the sled wouldn’t go where she wanted to to and she was nervous and didn’t have anyone to sled with. I, myself, got to go down once. Inwardly I thought, “Well, fine then. I am going to find some adult friends to go sledding with next time and not take you two whiners,” but I did keep my thoughts to myself. Really, what kind of kids can complain about sledding?? Someday I am going to make my own, adults-only super fun adventure land with bouncy houses, three-story slides, and martinis. And there will night sledding with glowsticks.
But since I can’t make them have fun sledding, we went and did other things. Like go to OfficeMax to buy Rowan a protractor (apparently she needs one next week) and boy, it was so fun to look at the drawing and drafting tools. I picked up a new compass and some french curves and new watercolor paper and vellum. Did some painting and we watched some movies. Rowan and I watched “13 Going On to 30,” which turned out to be much better than I expected. Rowan and I had lots of talks about how the main character had been mean and shallow, so she was surrounded by the same. And then there were consequences to her choices, her best friend betrayed her and she lost the man she loved, because it was too late to undo her poor choices. (There is of course a happy ending in a Dickensesque sort of way).
And I’ve been going through my list of what I would like to accomplish for the new year. I’ve been working a new painting of an elephant as my motif for 2014. Some people pick words and I picked an animal! But it is fitting as there is a lot on my plate, and that’s how you eat an elephant – one bite at a time. The small, consistent action thing is something I still am not proficient at. But then again, I am doing far more than I did in my 20s, so the change happens, it’s just hard to see until enough time has passed by.