It doesn’t snow in Vancouver very often, but when it does, it is magical. The blanket of white; the sparkling flakes; the silence; the rosy cheeks. When I was little, my parents would wake me up in the middle of the night when it would snow, so that I wouldn’t miss the magic, just in case it turned to rain before I woke up. My dad outside in his house coat and dress shoes, gathering a snowball to bring into me in the dark is still one of my most favourite memories. This year, when my girl ran outside when we noticed the snowfall, I tried to resist the pull of the snow, and to be the responsible adult, preparing meals for while my husband was in the hospital. But after my daughter said “come play with me, Mama!” For the second time, I thought of those nights from my childhood, and I realized that I do not want to be the parent who avoided magic with her daughter. I know that the night we spent in the yard with the snow will stay with her a lot longer than one more night of mommy making dinners.

Don’t miss out on the magical moments. There are only so many of them when your kids are young.

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