What are your favorite childhood memories? Are there reoccurring times you remember fondly? Did you have a fort in your backyard? Did you go to camp each summer? Did you go skiing each winter?
Yesterday morning we were blanketed in 11 inches of white. The entire day was spent living in a beautiful snow globe. This morning we woke to another 12 inches on top. It’s truly beautiful. Even more so because I no longer have to leave the house on days like this now that I’m a stay-at-home mom/grandma/trophy wife. (I like the trophy wife the best, except when my son reminds me that everyone gets a “thanks for playing” trophy these days.)
Where was I? Ah, yes, snow!
These multiplying inches bring back great memories of playing outside when I was a kid. Growing up in Michigan usually meant snow in late November/early December that remained through February.
We lived on a dead end road and the snow plow would push a glorious mound of white playground and leave it three feet past our driveway. We spent hours as kids digging holes in that mountain, climbing to the peak, and sliding back down on our bellies.
Having fibromyalgia has changed winters in Michigan for me. By this evening the temperature will be -40 with the wind chill factor. (That is extremely cold, even for these parts, and we haven’t seen this much snow at one time in quite a few years.) It hurts down deep in my bones.
Saturday my daughter and I shared the shoveling duties. I was having a pretty good pain day and my husband was helping friends move and my son was battling the flu. That left all the scooping to us girls. My wrists and shoulders are still sore today but the job had to be done.
Despite the aches and pains, I really enjoyed getting outside in the snow. I bundled up more than usual and shoveled a few scoops into a pile and then stood to watch my breath leave me like a cloud of smoke in the midst of falling flakes. Trying to remember to P.A.C.E. myself!
The best part of being out there was the memories replaying in my mind. As kids we played outside until we were called in to thaw. We’d drink some hot cocoa while our gloves and boots dried over every heating vent in the house. Once our noses had turned from bright red back to their normal color we’d venture out again!
I think sometimes in the midst of our illness and the pain it can bring we need to stop and remember life before. Not to make us sad or angry at our current state; but to be thankful for what we once had. Each phase of life has its blessings and its challenges, its comfort and its pain.
I always try to remember there are so many that are so much worse off than me. Not to sound pious but I’m thankful I have fibro when it is compared to a number of other illness or diseases. I’m thankful for the strength to shovel some days when there are so many that cannot leave their bed, home, wheelchair, etc. I’m thankful for the warm house that was waiting for me when so many are out in the cold this winter.
So today as I’m hoping this flare caused by the shoveling is on its way out, I’m trying to remember that it was caused by something I’m able to do that so many others are not. The challenges in the midst of blessings.
Stay Well! ~ Live Joyfully!