Snow in Aberdeen, April 2012
Snow – Sensible or Over-Protective Parent?
It’s only November, but this is the worst snow that I can remember as an adult. I remember snow like this when I was a child, and that was pretty special for me. All this snow is pretty special for my children as well, because they have never seen snow like this before.
I am not talking a few inches on the ground. I am talking the lab up to her neck in it and the cat refusing to go out because he disappears in it. I have had to dig out two trenches, one for the cat and one for the dog to get out to the toilet. The photos were from yesterday when the snow was about 7 inches less than it is today. My camera is away with youngest son for the day, and hopefully he takes some pictures with it, but I won’t hold my breath.
I have fantastic memories of out sledging as a child, wearing only jeans and trainers, and being frozen to the bone, but refusing to give up. How on earth we didn’t end up with frostbite I have no idea.
Togging up my own children, I have them wearing three layers under a huge jacket. On top of that, I plant them with hats, gloves, waterproof and padded trousers, and furry lined boots to keep out the chill.
And I am STILL worrying about whether they are warm enough outside in the snow.
Eldest yesterday brought home a friend in the afternoon who was wearing only trainers and a pair of joggers and had been out for most of the day. This is a child who seems to be fur coat and no knickers. He has all the latest electronic gadgets and fashion junk, but school clothes that fit, and sensible footwear don’t seem to exist.
This child ends up in our TV room, and really cold, he phones his mum for a lift. She says she will try and get out for him. He tells her that his feet are freezing and that they are sore. She still only says that she will try and come for him. He then gets worried and asks, well, what will I do? Obviously he was stressed out about the thought of putting back on his wet things and having to walk a mile in them.
I would have dug out and defrosted my car and taken him home if push come to shove, and she did eventually appear in her car for him. It does make me wonder if I am too over protective of my children though. I remember having to cope with similar situations as a teen, but my mother did not have a car, and I wouldn’t have been expected to walk home alone in the dark, at night, in the snow.
It doesn’t change my mind though about making sure my children are warm, dry, comfortable and safe, and yes, it might toughen up kids to make them fend for themselves, but I can’t help wondering at what cost.
Christmas is coming – Here we gooooooooo snow.
It’s here. The first flush of snow. Nothing signals the coming of Christmas quite like the first real snowfall. This is nothing like the snow of two weeks ago that was a light dusting on the ground overnight, which was then to disappear by 10am
Today has been rip roaring lovely white snow with big flakes. The kind of snow that is pretty to watch, and children just love to play in. We do lots of sledging in the snow when it comes, so today is not the best day for it to happen.
It’s a school day, and as all the children come out of school, there will be snowballs a plenty, whizzing by parents heads as they wait for their own little cherubs to come out of school.
For my own boys, It will mean that by the time they reach me, they will be soaked through to the skin. I have two very hyperactive boys to pick up, and they will use the slope to get out of the school playground instead of the path that winds to the top (as boys do). They will both slip many times on the way up the slope, and end up on hands and knees in the slushy snow (which by this time will be mixed in with the mud slurry that used to once be a grassy slope).
They will of course, have their jackets stuffed into their schoolbags, which will be bursting at the zips to stay closed, and their hats will be at the bottom of their bags, along with the half open, and spilling trail of a bottles of water that they are required to take to school every day, but which get used at playtimes as water pistols, or mud dubs makers. They will, however, have managed to fish out their gloves from the other eclectic mix festering at the bottom of their schoolbags so that they can throw snowballs.
When we get home, there will be a quick change out of soaking school clothes into fresh play clothes, which will also be soaking wet half an hour later by the time son number three arrives home, and then they’ll want to go out again. They have perfectly good salopettes in the cupboard, but think it’s not cool to wear them unless they are sledging. More wet clothes.
There has been just enough snow for their Costco bodyboard sledges to go bombing down the big hill at the back of the house, but sadly, mum here does not have the time to take them until Friday after school. This will be a huge #mumfail, but I’ve got the carrots out and ready for them to make this years first snowman.
And I will be the one out there throwing snowballs at my little cherubs while they roll the snow to make that snowman, before I need to get changed and go to a parent council meeting at the school. Cue more changes of clothes.
TIme for my washing machine to really see what it is made of this year. It’s a new one, but can it cope with a scottish winter??
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