Icy Water

Today was the Feast of Saint Lucy. To celebrate the day I made cinnamon rolls which we shared with company at lunch and then took some to Adam’s work to share with his co-workers. The boys declared that while we were there we should go on a nature walk and since there is still no snow and the weather was mild we forsook the planned school activities and hiked their favorite path to the chapel at Saint John’s. The hike there was one of excitement. I’d give them landmarks that they could run ahead to and they’d go ahead and then wait for me to catch up with the two in the stroller. The ice on the lake is mostly frozen and they tested it out at the edge of the beach. They wanted to walk across the lake to the chapel, but as the temperature is fluctuating above and below freezing I vetoed that idea for now and limited them to ankle deep areas so if the ice gave way there would only be a wet foot to contend with. We made it to the chapel, split a miniature candy cane Isaac had stashed in the stroller between the five of them and soon began the trip back, again with landmarks to stop at along the way. It is funny the timing of the thoughts we have. On the way to the chapel I remember thinking, “At least I don’t have to be concerned with anyone falling in the water since it is all frozen.” (Can you guess where this is going?) At the bottom of the hill from the chapel came sudden wails and exclamations. Leaving Jack to hold the stroller I hurried down the hill to find Stephen standing on the wooden bridge soaked up to his waist. The report was that he had tripped and fallen in. I have a slight suspicion that perhaps the ice was tested. Anyway, the result was an unhurt but cold and dripping child with a mile and a half walk ahead of him who had not the slightest interest in walking with soggy pants and shoes. We eventually discarded the pants and he wore my coat and the walking went somewhat better after that. I called Adam, who left his meeting at work and came to meet us, allowing Stephen to ride in the stroller with his legs tucked up in my coat while Sebastian was carried, which made the trip much speedier. On the way home Stephen asked for a hot bath which I agreed was a fine idea. All ended well and hopefully a lesson was learned.


About Wendy McCollum

I am a single mom to five wonderful boys. Life is an adventure, with many twists and turns. We live in hope, always, for our great God can redeem all things. There are so many funny and precious moments that slip by too fast. Perhaps here I can save them for when my own memory fails.
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One Response to Icy Water

  1. Granddaddy says:

    That was kinda funny but could have gotten real dangerous if the water had been deeper. Dangers of the great white north! 🙂

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