Childish

In the morning I rose to snow. A gray landscape and snowflakes scattering and splattering.

“Ugh.”

I pressed past the gray snow that twisted into rain and walked in spite of it. Tossing my chin into the air and walking longer than I originally planned. 

“Take that!”

The weather forecast said sunshine and 50’s. If I hadn’t been set up so poorly perhaps the inner stubborn child wouldn’t have appeared.

The clouds drifted over the course of the day. A breeze shuffling the dreary to the next state.

Illinois, enjoy.

The sun peeked out then opened up into the blue sky. My eyes reflected light, my smile burst free. Sun.

Later the boys and I raced against the fading light. A relay complete with pit stops and the roar of the distant crowd. 

“We’ve got this boys!” I said. 

“Come on Mom!” My middle cheered when it was my turn. 

“The crowd goes wild when he makes a sharp turn!” My oldest yelled into the sunset. 

When I took a final lap, my lungs raking in all the air as darkness stepped in, two of my boys met me, their arms wrapping around my body.

“Yeah Mom!”

“We did it! We won!!” My oldest said.

The grin lingered, stayed as we tumbled inside. Sometimes an unexpected day can turn, becoming something beautiful and bright. And the child within remembers how to play.