I watched from my sun room as my dog attempted to climb over the wall
of snow we had piled in a semi-circle outside our door. The idea worked
wonderfully keeping her contained to a specific area for her duties.
That is until now, as the snow began to melt I noticed our wall also
lessened in size. The sun shining bright in the sky, beaming down on
the remains of winter. I watched as our dog Share romped around. Her
tiny body finally free, to venture farther out into the yard.
I sat looking, memories surfaced of a time when my two youngest Josiah
and Cody would roam through paths. Paths, that I would shovel for them
through out the yard. Making our yard into a gigantic maze allowing
them to be able to freely stroll to the far ends of our dwelling. I
could not recall any time when walking in snow was not difficult for my
sons. My back would ache for days, but the joy we shared would out way
the pain. I remember creating dead ends to make it a challenge for them
to find the correct walkway that would get them to their desired
destination. Laughing Cody would lead, with Josiah following, exploring
along the journey the different shapes they would pass. The snow
figures that My eldest son Zach would help me create brought joy to
there eyes. With snow I piled up from shoveling, we would sculpt
creatures large enough to sit my little ones on. We would spend hours
playing, walking climbing. Coming in only when our feet and hands would
become to cold to last another second outside.
Looking out the
windows of my sun room, I found myself missing those days. How precious
they were. The yard now resembling a blank white canvas. Except for the
occasional animal foot prints sprinkled across the open space it showed
no sign of any visitors. Thankful to have my memories I smiled. Yes, I
had the photos to remind me and my sons of a time when we did not use
chairs with wheels. A time when falling was not the constant reminder
of what was coming ahead. Standing there I ached for just a mere second
of seeing Cody walk again.
I offered to create paths for my
Josiah as the first heavy snow fall surrounded us this season. Josiah
smiled and just told me he wanted to help shovel the driveway for Cody.
We did shovel together. Cody always had a clear path for his power
chair. It was a struggle for Josiah to push the child size shovel along
the driveway. He worked so diligently at my side making it clear for
his older brother.
My boys did not need boots this winter, for
they no longer walked on snowy grounds. Where ever they went snow was
neatly removed. Snow pants also played no role in our winter wardrobe
this year. I was now beginning to see grass peeking out from beneath
the seasons white blanket. I listened as birds chirped in the distance.
Winter was now leaving us once again. The memories of playing outside
on those beautiful winter days will always bring me to a place that can
make me smile and feel good. On the days where despair attempts to
invade my world I will turn to these memories for my strength.