Garage Roof - launch pad during Snowmaggedon |
The boys had finished hours of shoveling after a huge snowstorm last winter. They were having snowball fights and shaping a large igloo in our front yard. They wanted more. There was so much snow and it seemed to be calling to them. We asked for their help with one more project - shovel out the garage door. The snow had drifted and packed up against the door into a nice, firm, wall of white. Ingeniously, they filled their sleds with snow and carried it to other areas of the backyard to dump.
Just when I thought that I heard a cup of hot chocolate beckoning, I looked up to see my sons on our garage roof. The high packed snow made the trek not only possible but very easy. Then, I saw it. The little orange, plastic, disc was on the roof too. My son's butt was in it and perched at the edge.
Air time |
We negotiated for awhile, laughed an anxious laugh, checked the snow padding at ground level, and said, "O.K., Go!"
They were thrilled. They were also scared (had they been secretly wanting us to say, "No?"). It was truly a wonderful moment. They felt larger than life and couldn't believe how cool we were for letting them take on these feats of daring. It wasn't enough though. "Dad, Mom, you have to try it!" As I was insisting that my role was to keep a firm hold on the phone so that I could call "911" at a moment's notice, my husband climbed up to the roof. What!?! Unbelievable. Earth-shattering. "DAD'S going to do it!"
still one of my fondest moments is sledding off a roof with my dad. I think dads all need to be little kids (occasionally). thanks for the reminder
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