This past December, when we visited family and friends in the Midwest, my little ones were really looking forward to seeing snow. After a full year away from the realities of Midwestern winters, they have a sort of romantic notion of the season. We all do.
As luck would have it, or lack of luck as the case may be, we spent three full weeks in Illinois, Wisconsin and Minnesota and not a single flake fell. While I’m certainly not going to complain about the unseasonably warm weather we encountered; I know all the Midwesterners we love certainly enjoyed the winter reprieve. It didn’t really fill my kids winter cup in the way that they had dreamed about.
Now, back in California, in the midst of our not-at-all-wintry-winter, my little ones are still nostalgic for the winters they remember, the winters they see in books. While I can’t give them snow, I can give them a little bit of magic in a different way.