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I'm not a huge fan of playing outside. I dislike being cold, and I hate being cold and wet. Naturally, my child loves being outside and playing in the snow, sleet, rain, and assorted goo. That would only make sense, right?
I showed her the snow on the car when I picked her up from school. We touched it, and I described it for her. The whole way home, she cheeped from the back seat, “snow! snow!”
I adore hearing that little voice. I could write a whole dissertation about that little voice, but I'll spare you.
When we got home, I stuffed her into her L.L.Bean (by way of the consignment store) snowsuit for the first time ever, and headed outside.
For the first twenty minutes, she wouldn't even allow me to stand her in the snow. I carried her around the yard, looking at the snow in the trees and the snow in the grass and the snow falling from the sky. It was a good time.
But then, I had an epiphany. I made footprints in the snow across our driveway, and I pointed them out to Grace.
Grace was inspired to make her own footprints in the snow on the driveway and that required her actually walking in the snow. The floodgates were open. By the time Joe got home, Grace was running around everywhere and playing in the snow.
Being a mom is all about finding what works for you, right? Giving Grace a sense of accomplishment helped her to get over her fear, and that works for me.
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