How a snowy morning can bring out our inner child

If you live in Greece by the sea and still have your bikini in the dirty clothes bin from your last excursion to the beach only a week ago, when it was 20 degrees Celsius, thinking of a snowy winter is quite extraordinary, even if your friends in Madrid, Amsterdam and Chicago send pictures of extreme cold weather on a regular basis. Snow is even more extraordinary if it was so all throughout your life.

The first time I ever saw the snow, I must have been six or seven years old, back in Italy. I remember the joy because everything screeched to a halt and my parents did not have to go to work. Growing up outside Naples, by Mt Vesuvius, we would sometimes see the snow in the distance, around the rim of the volcano. But real snow, the one you can pick up in your hands and make snowballs with, is unusual. My younger brother and I went around the flat banging pots and pans, chanting a made-up snow song, overexcited by the change in the regular programming. We were probably thrilled to have our parents around at home, amazed that there was snow we could touch, just like in the movies!

The snow melted so quickly that we weren’t even capable of building a snowman. It did however manage to freeze time for a bit for our family. I was reminded of this earlier this week, when I found out the plumber would not make it to our house south of Athens, Greece, “because of the weather”. A snowstorm had been announced. As I walked around sleeveless, the possibility of snow made very little sense. I had heard that it does snow in downtown Athens every now and then, but here on the Attica coast snow is not a thing, neighbours said. But as temperatures dropped, and sleet started coming down, I imagined the plumber snuggled up with his kids, looking outside the window instead of risking a drive with tyres that could not take the ice, and that made me very happy. To be fair, I also put what I was doing on hold (i.e. this very newsletter).

I took a break first to enjoy the sleet as it fell against a beautiful sunset over the Aegean Sea, in front of my window. I tried to involve Lorenzo, my son, in my enthusi…

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10 thoughts on “How a snowy morning can bring out our inner child

  1. I grew up in Germany, in a small Dutch community, belonging to a NATO army base. Most winters there were white. My most vivid memory of snow is that of a holiday in the Harz in Germany. I must have been eight years old.
    The first day, there was hardly any snow at all, just some small spots in de shade of the pine trees. My sister and I posed in one of those small patches of snow, so we could brag about our snow vacation later! The next morning we woke up in a white world. The days followed a fixed pattern: we took our dog and some plastic bags with us on our long walks in the area surrounding the hotel. On those plastic bags we slid down steep forestpaths, the dog followed us, barking loudly. Although my sister an I sometimes seem to have grown up in different places -our memories can be so different at times- we share this memory in the same way. Perhaps because it has become a much-told story. How my father went over a bump where he left his plastic bag behind, while he glided on. About the elderly German couple, who had to descend the slippery path we had made, the lady going through the loose snow on the side, as my mother advised. But he stubbornly started to walk down the slippery slope, started to slide, then had to run at a trot to keep from slipping, and ended up at full gallop, losing his astrakhan cap and glasses along the way. (His wife shouting panically that he had to be careful.)
    How my sister and I hopped on our plastic bags and went after him while we picked up his belongings.
    We can’t get enough of this story. Both my parents and my sister and I experienced pure joy, those days. We didn’t feel the cold until we got back to our appartment. Our dogs nose was frostbitten most of the time, but she too enjoyed the snow and our playfulness.

    1. Yeah my German winter holidays at my grand ma’s were always full of snow. Sadly, this has become rarer and rarer, even in the Black Forest…

    2. Oh, I love it, Muriel, that you and your sister share the memory! And that there are plastic bags involved in going dow hill, just as Marit told me. I must admit I’ve never used a plastic bag to go down a slope. Maybe that can be my next grown-up play experience!

  2. Yeah snow is the best! Last week when we had snow in the Netherlands I went for snowboarding (50m hills in my area are good fun!), sledging and cross country skiing.. We took our baby outside everyday to show the wonderful magical ice crystals:)

    1. Hey, Joram, what was your baby’s reaction to it all? Lorenzo was completely indifferent to his first snow when he was 8 or 9 months old, but this time he really got excited, eventually!

  3. Snow….For the past month and a half I have been singing songs and reading books via Zoom with toddlers/ two year olds who have developmental delays.
    Today , it is snowing again here in New England. This year my feelings about snow are different. I have fond memories of playing in much smaller amounts of snow as a kid growing up in Southern US (Tennessee) and even watching my dogs in the snow in recent times. Sadly now, with the pandemic snow represents the isolation of needing to stay home. While still appreciating the beautiful sparkle, each snow fall brings more longing for Spring. Looking forward to the return of flowers and green things!

    1. Anya, so glad you’re sharing these thoughts. It’s very important to highlight them, and I will make sure to add them to my next newsletter so that all other members can appreciate them too.
      I realised as I was writing about my joyful state that snow cannot be universal, because it really depends on how it affects your personal situation. I thought of refugee children because they are geographically closer to me, but I can imagine that children with developmental delays are further isolated in this context. And also lots of families in places that cannot cope with the cold, etc.
      So, thanks so much again for this. And I hope we can have a chat about your work at some point in the future. I would love to hear more about what you do.

  4. Hi Irene, this is Steve Boos, in New England, USA. I always love looking out at the snow, which makes everything pristine white and sugar coated. I love the thought of skiing through the woods on cross country skis, or speeding down a mountain skiing downhill. But snow also means shoveling the walk and have the city snow plow throw the slush back in to be shoveled once again. Snow means slippery roads, traffic and accidents. So as much as I love the snow, I know there will be complaints and sore muscles as well. So December snow is magic, but the last snows of March are wearying.

    1. Steve, so good to have you here! This is such a good point, the drawbacks of snow. In Caroline Criado Perez’s Invisible Women, a fascinating book on how women’s views (and children’s) are not taken into account when it comes to policy-making, there is a reference to a very interesting (and maddening) study on how gender bias led to more women having accidents on slippery roads. A change in a city council’s snow plough hours changed that around. You made me think of it. More info here: https://99percentinvisible.org/episode/invisible-women/

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