Snow Day

Remember that one winter that was like a real canadian winter?  Remember all the snow we got and it stayed around for like 1 solid month.  Remember how it was really cold, like -17 below zero cold? Remember how we'd already had 3 snow days by January 18? I do.  I loved having all of you home with me, I love how excited Carson got everyday he woke up and saw all of you still home.  How you went sledding at 8 am, because you could.  How Brady loved driving the 4 wheeler crazy and went "too fast" for you on the sleds.  How we went back to bed and all squished in my bed, because the fire went out during the night.  How we stayed in our jammies, and played games, and you all did 21 day fix workout with me (except Brooke and Brady.)  How I got to make homemade bread, cause its been forever since I've done it.  How there were no practices, no mutual, no school and no games.  Oh it was wonderful! I love these days!
But the people in town and out in the valley do not.  Remember all of the downed power lines and trees and accidents?  Up here by the mountain we are protected, when we notice the wind here, in town it is howling.
I had a realization last night.  When I was a young mom and usually at home with little kids all.the.time, I would do anything to get out of the house, even if it meant taking them all with me.  I coached many of the older kids teams and went to playgroups etc.  Last night while talking with Chas, I realized.  I don't like doing that stuff anymore.  I can have a conversation with Brooklyn and feel like I've talked to an adult today, I drop kiddos off at practice and am fine to be able to go home and spend time with the others one that I haven't had a chance to see much yet that day.  I used to love to stay at practice and watch Brooklyn play.  The older I get the much more satisfied I feel.  I wish I could say I felt like that throughout my journey as a mom, sadly I can't.  I was around my sister the other day, and she has little kids, and I thought, "Man, those days were just about survival for me."  I feel like thats all I did, was survive, I didn't feel like that then, but looking back, I realize just how hard it was.  I love this stage, even though it is crazy! I always thought moms who had teenages and complained that life was crazy, forgot about having little ones.  It's just different.  But I have to admit that I love this stage!
Brooklyn is one of my best friends.  I love how open and honest and caring and fun and crazy she is.  At 10 pm its not my favorite, but I love that she always wants to talk.  In fact I have to get my time in with the other kids before she gets home, or I don't get to talk to them at all.
Brady reminds me of the strong silent type.  He is getting lean and muscular, I hate that my little boy is growing up, but he makes me proud.  He always opens the door for me, right now he is out shoveling off the dog kennel, that I had asked him to do a couple weeks ago, but he hasnt had the chance, and I didn't even remind him.
I think I recognize it more in the older two, time marches on, whether we want it to or not!