People hope this time of year.
My children hope for snow, wish for Santa’s gifts, and anticipate vacation.
I hope there’s no black ice, wish Santa wasn’t so extravagant, and anticipate school resuming.
This is my response to Trifecta’s weekend prompt:
This weekend, writers, it’s up to you. We want you to choose a word and use it three times in your 33 words. However, it must be either a verb, noun or adjective and the form of the word cannot change, it must appear exactly the same three times. Please highlight your chosen word in your piece.
I marvel at how differently my children’s eyes see the world. It makes me realize how cynical I’ve become (and also makes me wonder if I was ever really a dreamer in the first place.)
Today, it’s raining, and is expected to rain all day. The kids are buzzing with excitement as they hope those beads of water transform into flakes of snow. Snow is pretty to look at, but I’ve never driven in it. (This is the first time I’ve lived outside the desert of Phoenix since I learned to drive.) At some point, I suppose I’ll have to venture out. Maybe by then I can shake the visions of my car crashing into someone’s house because I slid off a turn!
Santa neglects to leave the ‘good’ gifts at our house. My kids want to know how come their friends got X-Boxes, iPads or laptop computers. I remind them about some of the Christmas Angel gifts we’ve purchased where the boys asked for clothes. It’s best they learn now that life isn’t fair.
As much as my children look forward to school breaks, I dread them. I work from home several days a week and they like to fight. A lot. Their fighting is causing deep frown lines to form on my forehead. I’m not thrilled about this, but I’m trying to find the bright side: in a few years, I’ll have the makings of a fabulous Halloween costume 🙂
All my adult sensibilities aside, I do look forward to this time of year. My children’s enthusiasm exhausts me, but it also infuses me with joy that has been depleted during my encounters with commuter traffic, visits to Costco and evenings spent balancing the checkbook.
I hope you all experience joy and peace on this beautiful Friday!