Sometimes being a parent is just plain fun.  Like when you unpack your 1st grader’s backpack, and you find out her favorite thing about the 100th day of school was that her Mommy was on “Recess Doodey”.  Sara said doodey, which was as funny to me as the day she thought I said boob.

She made the picture sunny with green grass, but I can assure you, it was anything but.  Thank God I remembered to pack my snow boots and gear, because it finally warmed enough for SNOW RECESS.  That means 30 degrees and 20 kids running into a world of white. And as much as I find recess duty totally terrifying, I was oh-so pleasantly surprised that snow recess is the hidden secret of the volunteering world.  Take a roomful of kids with pent up energy, hell bent on breaking a bone on a variety of death-laden climbing apparatuses, layer them in full body puff suits, add soft head coverings, ear coverings, hand coverings, FEET coverings that weigh as much as they do, and then watch them run for the playground.

Those kiddos couldn’t so much as skin a knee.  They could fall off the top of the tallest slide, and I’m pretty sure they would have bounced.  That’s why “The Christmas Story” kid had to freeze his tongue to the light pole.  All other playground accidents during a snow recess are entirely implausible.  As a matter of fact, a playground covered in newly fallen snow is the same thing as sand.  After 20 minutes of drawing and snow-angel’ing, and um…eating…OK…fine.  I’ll admit it.  I’m perhaps a rather lenient Mommy during recess.  I’m no doodey during my duty. Anyhoo…they were ready to warm up and get back to their day.

Easy-peasy snow bunnies squeezy.  We have another hidden key to the Mommy-Hood Universe: Snow Recess Doodey. We cannot un-know this lesson, my friends.  We cannot un-know.