a boy with a purpose
Originally uploaded by dirtyolive.

Recently, I have come to learn that many people in the northern areas of British Columbia and Alberta have had their first snowfall of the year.

I know that, to many people, the fact that we ran in the the sunshine, on green grass and without mittens last weekend is some sort an "enviable" weather situation.
However, it's not to me.
Really.

Basically, you are not going to get any pity from me with sad stories of early snowfall. In fact, when you say the word "snow", I’ve already stopped listening and have started to plan (again) on how to get myself off this wet and warm fantasy island and into some real weather pattern. All the years have blended together into one big rainy cloud so that it seems like it was just yesterday D and I were walking downtown (in the rain), he was asking me to marry him and I was throwing up my first steak in 5 years.

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"snow"
Originally uploaded by dirtyolive.

It is hard for me to believe that Franklin is growing up without snow. Can/should a child of mine grow up without snow? If you had told me this would happen when I was 16, I would have stuck a ski pole up your ass.

<------ This is what my son calls "playing in the snow".

Growing up, my favorite season was autumn as it meant that snow was on it's way (I liked the smell of this). My worst season was spring because... well, the snow was melting.
Green grass wasn't welcome in my world.
Green grass meant no snow.

So, how can I be a mother of a child who has no idea what it's like to feel your nostrils stick together or hear your shoes squeak on the way to school? In fact, I have a sneaking suspicion that I am most likely the mother of a child who would actually get upset that his nostrils were sticking together.
What. Have. I. Done??

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Flocons
Originally uploaded by Abendlicht.

This is what I saw when I was 3 years old --->

To be honest, I have no idea if I actually looked forward to this. One of my first memories is of Bonhomme crowding his great smiling face into mine.
I have a feeling I was horrified.

Ah well, 3 year olds.
What can you do?

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