$\"\"$ It snowed this weekend. On the Friday that would have put Charlie back to school for a total of three days. It wasn\u2019t supposed to be a big one. In fact, at 5 a.m. when I was clocking in to the morning shift of making breakfast and packing school lunch, there was nary a flake. By six it was coming down steadily. I smiled at it over my breakfast like \u201caren\u2019t you cute\u201d and \u201clook at the pretty snow.\u201d Never laugh in the face of nature.<\/p>\n

At eight, school had still not been canceled despite the thick layer on the ground, so we were gearing up to leave (the car was already idling) when I got the call. No school. To this day I have mixed feelings about this. As a former English teacher and child my inner self can\u2019t help but shout a tiny \u201cyay.\u201d And then the mom version, Jamie 2.0, knocks on my forehead to remind me this means more rather than less craziness.<\/p>\n

It wouldn\u2019t have been so bad if we hadn\u2019t just returned to school. I was enjoying feeling nostalgic about the break, all our quality time. Now that time was back and the warm fuzzies froze over. It wasn\u2019t that I didn\u2019t want to be home with the kids. It was the tug-of-war between what the twins want to do (go outside in the snow and get into stone cold trouble) and what Charlie wants to do (look at the snow from the warmth of the house and read books). I\u2019m the rope in this scenario and it wears me thin trying to stretch enough for both. And if I had my druthers, I\u2019d be inside reading like a champ.<\/p>\n

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When school is closed but you have to go anyway to fetch the wheelchair.<\/p><\/div>\n

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There\u2019s a graphic on our local news station weather report whenever snow approaches. It ranges from \u201cignore social media\u201d to \u201cdrive with caution\u201d to \u201cbuy bread and milk.\u201d In the south, no matter where the arrow points, everyone always goes to DEFCON 1 and clears out the grocery store before getting in their cars and driving slowly and erratically home. In the northeast, this snow of ours would barely have tipped the needle.<\/p>\n

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But that\u2019s the thing about hard things. You develop a tolerance. It\u2019s all on the sliding scale. When Charlie still had his trach and I carted around the backpack with the hose attached to suction the goop from his throat, I did not think how scary this might look to others. After the twins had come home from the NICU and we ventured out, Charlie in his wheelchair and the twins in their double stroller, it did not seem a difficult thing. It was how we rolled. Our \u201cbuy bread and milk\u201d setting had been altered to a much higher panic level.<\/p>\n

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On a mission to get into trouble.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Practicing their police line up shot.<\/p><\/div>\n

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We all have our settings. I think it is important to respect that. My read on a situation might not be yours, but they are both valid. It\u2019s so easy sometimes to dismiss other\u2019s fears and feelings because they are not our own. But in the end, they still need their place. No, we should not always appoint our emotions dictatorship over our actions<\/a>. But we do need to respect these feelings in others. It\u2019s how I try to parent. Get a read on my kids\u2019 emotional setting and approach with respect\/caution.<\/p>\n

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Getting in on the action indoors in pajamas (mom’s preference).<\/p><\/div>\n

Sometimes we all just need to get over it (I\u2019m talking to you, maroon Pontiac who breaks and then guns it up a hill on ice), and sometimes we need to relax and grant some grace. In the meantime, I\u2019m going to go play in the snow and read some books and make some hot food and enjoy the fact that my panic setting is currently on low.<\/p>\n

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