Happy Valentine’s Day to all the lovers, those that believe in love and those seeking love. Remember love exists in many ways so spend this weekend with the people/things that bring a smile to your face!
I have a love/hate relationship with snow. I love it because it is an amazing sight to see. To see the glow of the snow in my backyard, especially before it is touched with footprints is simply peaceful. The way the snow sits on top of branches and rooftops looks like the page out of a perfect storybook. There is also the joy that my job operates on the school schedule, so when they are out – so am I!
And then there’s my reality – the steep driveway that serves as my sole distraction between me being stuck at home and being reunited with the real world. It’s not a basic, flat driveway. This driveway is on an incline. If it’s not shoveled, I will either slide right down it or not be able to get back up it.
On Tuesday we had about six inches of snow. As the garage lifted, I knew I was in for my some major work outside. I HATE SHOVELING SNOW!!!!! Now living in my childhood home, it’s become an instant thought associated with snow.
As I shoveled the snow this week I started to become very frustrated. I thought to myself, ‘whoever prayed for snow, please tell God you’re satisfied and the snow can stop coming’. I kept thinking about how much I hated doing this. Life was just so horrible.
And then I had a flashback – my mother and my father used to shovel this same driveway. Not once did I ever remember them complaining. I then remembered one particular snow day. I moved back home for a couple of years after college and was an elementary school teacher. My mother had ovarian cancer, and had just had some lymph nodes removed from her neck with surgery. As I slept in, I heard my various neighbors shoveling their driveways one morning. When I finally got out of bed, I realized the noise that I heard was my own mother shoveling our driveway. I remember asking her what she was doing. Her response was, “I didn’t want you to be late for teaching!” Here is this woman that was battling cancer and just had a procedure done on her neck and she’s outside shoveling snow for me.
At the remembrance of that memory, I instantly stopped complaining. If she could do that for me, I had no reason to complain about doing it myself. I also realized that I was blessed because she had purchased the most super-duper snow shovel ever invented. I don’t have to lean over to pick up snow, it’s large enough to shovel standing up.
By now my complaints seemed juvenile and I instead concentrated on the songs on my Ipod. As I got to the last scoop at the bottom of my driveway, I breathed a sigh of relief. I looked down my street and saw a family outside. They had built a large snowman and we admiring their finished product. Tis the season to make memories. I am glad that my temporary negativity didn’t affect that family from creating a new memory those kids would never forget!
M.Y. February 2010