Never!
Ever!
Ever!
underestimate the positive effects of a winter walk. Biting breeze, chill breath, frosty fingers, frozen lungs, red and rosy cheeks lifted in smiles. And the way the pink sunlight reflects on sheets of ice on the streets. And the mysterious prints of others in the snow of those who came before us. And the reaching arms of the bare, brittle trees contrasted against the icy blue skies streaked with clouds.
The kids giggle and race. Complain about tired limbs on the way home. Peel off damp mittens and socks once inside. Anticipate the warming of insides with mugs of cocoa while waiting for the comforting bubble of the kettle. Pushing the buttons that control the heat, one, two, three times, then claiming fleece blankets and spots besides the vents.
These adventures seem daunting - they do. I am so often led by anxiety, in many areas of my life. I feel as but a little mama, taking on these hard things, bundling children again the wind, making sure toes and fingers stay warm and attached, making sure small bodies stay visible to passing cars along the side of the road, and that roads aren't crossed in a bustle of forgetfulness. It is all so much.
But I always enter the warm house once again with a sigh of we've made it. And somehow - although I've always claimed to dislike cooking - the prospect of warming the kitchen with the heat of the stove, the clacking of utensils, and the stirring of a fragrant meal in my cast iron pot is a welcome one. The small, quiet room where nourishment will be simmered to perfection after exploring the wide, bright, exposing outdoors. Low light. Steam rising lazily. The scent of spices. The bubble of oil. A sip of hot cocoa. Iced toes in fresh socks and cozy slippers.
There are rewards, and they are a direct result of what makes things like this hard. Energy expended and delectably replenished. Frozen hands made deliciously warm. Bored and restless children made new, and simple blessings newly appreciated.
A truth - it's always worth it. Get out early enough to fill bellies with a home-cooked meal, late enough that a walk feels like an unknown adventure, the rush of frozen air and aching muscles a welcome freedom in contrast to the hours of school and indoor play and chores. Yes, it is worth it. Every time.
