It really doesn't snow where we live very much. And when it does snow, it is usually just a dusting that is basically gone before you can really attempt to make a snowman.
We had some snow in December on a weekday, so I had to go to work. And while I was at work, I was kicking myself that I had to be at the office and couldn't take my baby outside to show him the snow. Truthfully, I wanted some pictures of him in the perfect snow.
But I didn't get that chance. In true Pacific Northwest fashion, the snow was gone before I got the chance to take Henry outside during daylight. I kind of mentally shrugged my shoulders and thought, "Oh well..." thinking that there was very little likelihood I would get the chance again this year.
Cue last week. We got snow again. This time, it was even more than before and it was actually A LOT of snow.
Seriously... we NEVER get snow.
I'm still trying to explain to my husband that the reason we don't have snow plows is because this NEVER happens.
So Friday, on my way to work in the pretty pretty snow, I again was angry that I had to work. And just then I decided I wasn't going to let myself regret this snow day. It was supposed to snow again that afternoon and I was going to leave work early to take my son outside and show him snow.
So I did.
I'm really glad I did.
One of the hardest parts of being a working mom is the never-ending guilt. If I am home, I feel guilty about not working. If I am working, I feel guilty about not being home. Time passes so quickly and there are certain things you just can't get back. It's important to keep an eye on your true priorities. I want to be a good engineer and business owner, but more importantly, I want to be a great mom and I don't want to miss out on experiences with my children.
Henry won't remember his first day in the snow, but that doesn't matter as much. I will.