“snoooow, snoooow, snoOOOw!…” she’ll say, with repetition that builds in excitement and a small hint of urgency as she brings me her favorite book, the snowy day. she’ll turn her small frame around and slowly back into my lap, plopping down just right with a few little wiggle moves to ensure she’s snuggled up as close as she can get, her warm body next to mine. we’ll gaze at each page longer than we do most books, pointing to the snowballs, the stick in peter’s hand, his wet socks and tending mama, the duck beside the pink bathtub. we’ll pause an extra minute on the page where peter builds a snowman, sometimes taking intermission from the pages to sing one round of once there was a snowman with the accompanying actions. eventually we’ll finish the story and i’ll close the book knowing full well we’ll be reading it at least three more times in a row before we move on. because the snowy day is beatrice’s absolute favorite book, and sharing this story with her countless times this winter has made it mine, too.
as a mom, there are countless moments during this season of life where i think to myself, please, let me never forget this moment – the way eleanor can work a harry potter comment or fact into literally any conversation, the contagious giggle of my samson, conrad slyly swiping my diet coke from the counter and calling back over his shoulder while running away with it, “snooze ya loose, mama!!!”. the way madalena puts her cheek on her shoulder and looks at me with those big eyes and side grin before coming in for a hug so tight, making the circulation in my neck get nervous. the way beatrice says “snoooow”, almost delicately like a whisper, making a perfect circle with her lips as she enunciates the vowel. may i never ever ever forget the way she says snow, a few days shy of twenty months old.
and of course. there are also countless moments during said season where i’m like, i hope none of us remember this moment. so many hard moments strung together where i’d really appreciate a do-over. that’s motherhood, that’s life with kids, that’s just life. but the good moments, the special experiences, the firsts, the sibling loving, the way they say words and sing songs and try and try again. the magnificent moments so fleeting and often crammed between a lot of mundane. please, let me never forget this moment.
a few saturdays back, we were gifted several of those memorable moments in the span of a single afternoon. with a snowstorm circling the upper west side and an hour to kill in-between the birthday party circuit that often consumes the majority of our saturday itinerary (eleanor already at a birthday party, actually), we braved the big flakes of snow and enjoyed the winter wonderland in central park. we tried to burry conrad in the snow, samson slid down steep rocks without a sled. josh tossed both beatrice and madalena in their air as he does, both signing the word “more” each time he set them down. waving to strangers, to neighbors, to all the dogs playing in the snow, both girls were in heaven. falling over and needing assistance to stand back up thanks to the layering and extra puff of all the warm gear. and beatrice, looking up on occasion and quietly saying “snoooow”, as if she couldn’t believe it herself, as though she was inside her very favorite story book. and me, looking at all of them and thinking, please, let me never forget this moment.
lots of photos from our snow day below if you’d like to see. how our camera survived the water is beyond me…