I've tried to have my kids understand that in the 90's, when I walked to classes on my college campus, I'd sometimes pull tiny beads of ice from my eyelashes once I reached the inside of a building. Why would I walk to class, you might ask? Because my keys wouldn't fit in the car doors or the ignition, due to everything being frozen...and forget about scraping the solid ice from the windshield and windows.
Winter was cold. Like, bone hurting cold.
You can imagine my surprise then, when something like this happens...
Picture if you will...a beautiful fall day in North Carolina. It's overcast with an intermittent sprinkle, but the leaves are starting to change and the air is crisp.
Lauren Elizabeth, our six year old little girl, steps outside only to stop in her tracks.
"We need our COATS!"
"Our coats? Why Sweetie?"
"Because today, it's WINTER!"
- It was 70 degrees.
I remember the day I moved to North Carolina from Ohio. It was years ago, during the month of February. I left in about 8 degree weather and arrived to the upper 60's. I'm not even kidding when I say that I put on shorts and a t-shirt, while everyone around me thought I had lost my mind. The feeling was mutual, as I couldn't believe they were in sweaters and coats.
I'll have to admit, when it gets down to the sixties now, I am a little cold. My blood is evidently thinning, making me completely aware of the fact that my friends and family from home, have full permission to demand I turn in my Ohio card. My brother even hung up on me once when I told him we made a fire and turned the heat on, once it got below 70.
So, I guess, I'm not only failing as a northern mom, I'm failing as a northerner. My kids don't know what real winter weather is, and my body evidently doesn't know what to do with it, either.
Lord help us all if it snows.