This is such a hard time of year, at least for me. I know I am not the only one who struggles yearly with the post-holiday blues or seasonal depression. It just feels like I am. There are days I struggle to get out of bed, to put one foot in front of the other. I long to go back to bed and snuggle under my covers with a sign on the door that says ‘Do Not Disturb Until Spring’.
But I can’t do that. I have three kids who need help to get up and moving in the morning. I have a husband who needs clean clothes to wear to work and a somewhat tidy house to come home to in the evening. I also have dogs. They need me to feed them and walk them and give them love and attention.
Today I just wasn’t feeling it. I had managed to get the kids off to school, only one missed the bus and had to catch a ride with dad. I was sitting on the couch sipping my coffee as I gave vague attention to a morning show on TV. No sooner had my eyes drifted shut, seeking the less stressful land of dreams, than the dogs whined. Not much, just a little reminder that they had been in their crates all night and really needed to go out.
I was still in my bathrobe, feet curled under a fuzzy blanket and my head heavy from a poor night’s sleep, ‘Quiet’ I command. They subside for a few minutes, then another whine.
‘Hush, I’m not ready to deal with you yet.’The whining gets louder and is soon accompanied by scratching.
Come on, Mom, I gotta go!
Finally, I get up off the couch, get dressed and take them for a walk. I live far enough in the country so that I can let them roam on the property while I mosey along behind them. They take off to do their business and I follow at my own pace.
What a pretty morning. A not-so-cold breeze dances through my hair. The bright morning sun breaks through lingering clouds and I can actually feel warmth in the golden rays. I take a deep breath and for a second, I taste Spring. Of course, this is Central New York and Spring will be months in coming, but sometimes, in the darkest depths of winter a warmer day arrives. The snow melts to reveal the sleeping earth beneath just waiting to waken from its slumber to surge to life again.
Winter is not forever. Thank you God for reminding me that this is just a season, and seasons change. Thank you Sadie and Annie for making me go out this morning.