An Ambush of Snow

This morning my son was singing with his class at church. He was a little nervous to be singing in front of the whole congregation, but decided it wouldn't be too bad since all his friends were going to sing with him, too. We woke up to a dreary day and as we walked out to the car to leave, realized that it was sleeting. (Is that really a word? It is now.) There was not a lot of conversation in the car on the way due to nerves for the big event, until he observed the "colka-dots" on the windshield from the weather. When we turned the corner, the snow/sleet/nightmare falling from the sky began to hit us head-on and I received a warning from the back seat, "Be careful, now it's coming at us. It's like an ambush of snow out there!"

I couldn't help laughing, which made him laugh. I could see the tension ease in his shoulders as he stopped thinking about his big event and focused on the snow falling on the windows. For a minute I forgot to worry about whether his dad would show up like he promised or sleep in like he's done on so many Sundays in our life. It was only moments, but we were both thinking of being ambushed by snow-I can only imagine what he was thinking. For me, I imagined walking down a street and turning a corner. As I continued down the street, I noticed a large (very large, like human-sized) rock and began to walk in the direction of it to go around. Suddenly, out jumped a guy dressed in military clothes, only all white, and aimed a bazooka at me and fired, covering me in snow!! It was enough of a visual to put a smile on my face-at least until we got to church.

The choir went well, he seemed to enjoy being up there. I'm not sure if he enjoyed sitting with his friends and playing around more than singing, but at least he wasn't afraid to get up and do it. His dad showed up, late, but better than not at all. I saw our son's face when he got there and it made all the anxiety leading up to it worthwhile, because he was thrilled. They went out for breakfast after and got to spend some time together, which is as it should be. I wish that I had more confidence that it would occur regularly, or without major trauma to someone, but someday maybe that won't be the case. For now, my boy gets to spend some time with his dad. He was excited and I think his dad was too. I'll keep hoping for the best, and waiting to see if I get ambushed by snow.