|The Laughing Mom: humorous tales of motherhood|
|Written by Susan Pfaltzgraff|
Daddy to the rescue again
It is an immense pleasure to introduce my daughter Melise to all the wonders of Christmas! At 2-years-old she is enraptured with everything about this time of year.
Snowmen top her list of delights. It started with a trip to my friend Gabby’s house. Gabby had a few of the classic Christmas cartoons on DVD. Melise watched Frosty the Snowman and couldn’t stop raving about it. That was back in October.
I thought she would have forgotten about that, but then it snowed a few weeks ago. I was trying to get Melise dressed for church, and I mentioned the snow to motivate her to put her jacket on. Melise took a big gasp of breath and her eyes got wide as she exclaimed, “Snowman!”
As I rushed us out the door, I promised her that we would build a snowman after church. Roy, in the background, was shaking his head and mumbling something about there not being enough snow. I was too focused on my schedule to think realistically about my promise.
On our drive home from church, I looked around at the quickly melting patches of snow. I hoped for a brief instant that Melise would forget my promise, but that never happens!
“Snowman!” she cried as we pulled into our yard. I looked around at the dismal dusting of snow and geared myself up for an impossible task. It was even more impossible considering I grew up in an area of California where it never snows, so what do I know about building a snowman?
We got out of the car and approached an unmelted patch of snow. I bent down and scraped a little together. Most of it stuck to my gloves and some of it even blew away on the breeze. Melise watched me with a pout and then said, “Daddy.” I guess she knew Mommy was not qualified for this job!
I tried to explain to her Daddy was in the house resting from a very long, hard week. But her cries for Daddy escalated until I was rushing her in the door to see him. As soon as she was in his arms, her cries changed to “Snowman!”
Roy responded quickly to the her request. Putting his coat, hat, gloves and boots over his pajamas, he raced outside like a superhero! With the skills of a truly experienced snowman engineer, he took the slushy snow off his car and built a mound about one-foot tall on the ground. He showed Melise how to sculpt and pat it until it was somewhat round. Then he sent her to find sticks and rocks to decorate it. In a flash, the snowman had eyes, nose, arms and a line of buttons down the front! Melise was overjoyed!
Roy and I gave a pause to admire the work before we started heading back to the house, but Melise stayed behind.
“Come on, Melise, time to go in to the warm house,” I called.
She stood there looking oddly at the snowman a second before she said, “Play?”
I walked back over to her and heard her again say, “Play!” She was giving the order to the snowman.
I turned to Roy and whispered, “She wants the snowman to play!”
Roy nodded wisely and said, “Snowmen can only play if they have a magic hat. We don’t have a magic hat, so we can only build the snowman and enjoy the sight of him.” Melise was slightly crestfallen, but she nodded and came in the house. She’s been on the lookout for a magic hat ever since!