[blockquote source=”Candace Bushnell”]Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder – no matter how old you became and how much you’d seen, things could still be new if you were willing to believe they still mattered.[/blockquote]

I was watching the little ones from my window yesterday – an unexpected snow storm offering ample opportunity to partake in one final snow-ball ‘war.’

There was a score to settle, you see – involving the little boys from two neighborhoods over. Strangers to the battlefield, they left last time with mittens raised in glorious victory.

And our neighborhood little ones, well…they were bloodthirsty to reclaim their title.

Onward they marched, queuing in staunch opposition – arms elbow deep in their preparations for war.

And, smack dab to the center – in direct line of fire – stood another boy, just barely four-years-old. He hadn’t a clue as to these neighborhood posturings – his only interest being the building of the world’s biggest snowman.

“Can somebody help me?” he cried, red-cheeked to those boys on the left. “Please,” begging again, to the boys on the right.

But, they were divided – and he, hadn’t even picked a side…leaving this matter of the snowman deadlocked in a frightening impasse.

I had to laugh, just a little bit – thinking over our current political troubles. I mean, just how far off is this particular scenario – from the fussings in Congress over much bigger things? Certainly, much bigger than who’ll carry the next snowball title.

It’s really sad when you think of it, how much ground is lost when the ego kicks in. For, in the center-most portion of each newly formed battlefield – is a little one wishing only for his voice to be heard.

It seems to me, if we simply opened our hearts – we might find there’s a great common ground between us.

Thankfully, my motherly instinct came to rescue – as I dusted off my camouflage clothing and old military helmet.

“Come here,” I called out and motioned him over.  And with just a few quick changes, I had him suited up in the very finest of battle dress.

And, with a new found boldness, he marched back out to that battlefield.  And do you know what? Those other boys were finally willing to listen.

Kevlar has such a way of making even the silliest of stocking caps look menacing.

“I just need a little help,” he shouted, “because, I want to build a snowman. And I want him to be the biggest snowman in all the world.”

One by one, those little boys laid down their proverbial swords – gathering together, in a most beautiful act of little boy unity.

Would it be most wonderful if the entire world might follow suit?

To listen with heart before rushing so quickly into combat?

I dare say, we might all learn a little lesson from these boys?

That is, even the greatest of snowmen must begin with the smallest of snowballs.

And, a reminder that it’s never too late to try something new.

Much love, and many blessings my dears ~