I stepped gingerly onto the ice covered parking lot clutching Gigi in my arms. As I mentally calculated the distance from my stairs to my car I began to shuffle my feet slowly. My gosh, I thought, we’ll never make it! shuffle, shuffle. shuffle, shuffle. Ten minutes later I was buckling Gigi in and soon inching my way down the equally slick side streets.
I decided to park illegally at the bank across from the daycare. The streets were still congested with snow and now ice and I didn’t want to risk getting stuck. Unfortunately in my haste I momentarily forgot about the ice. It only took me about three steps up the slight incline before I found myself in the air and then on the ground.
“Ow,” I screamed as my tailbone smacked the pavement hard and my right arm, which had shot out to break my fall, plunged into a chunky icy snow bank. My bare skin burned with the contact of the cold. Somehow my mother instincts made sure Gigi landed on top of me and she just giggled, thinking the whole thing part of some silly game.
I slowly got to my feet and dropped her off, thankful that she was okay, but sad about the now growing pain in my back.
I will be very happy when winter is over.