I’m not sure if I got more excited about snow days as a kid or as an adult. There is something magical and wondrous about a snow day. They’re almost mythical in some places.
There were times as a kid where I would pray for a snow day. It was one more day to snuggle back under the warm covers. It was one more day to put off homework, and one more day to not worry about assignments. It was one more day to sip hot chocolate and play with my friends. Snow days were amazing.
But not for everyone.
Now I think about the kid who will be alone for hours and hours in an empty, cold home.
I think about the kid who is sad about the school structure not being there for him.
I think about the kid who will not see any of his friends all day.
I think about the kid who has to take care of his younger brother and sister.
I think about the kid who has to put up with his older brother taking care of him.
I think about the kid who will not have any positive adult interactions that day.
I think about the kid who will sit in front of the TV for eight extra hours.
I think about the kid who will not get anything at all to eat that day.
I think about those kids as I sip my warm cup of coffee in my warm home surrounded by my warm family. I think about those kids and remember that not everyone has a snow day like me.
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