- As the mom of two tweens, I really wish schools would keep snow days.
- I have so many great memories from those unexpected magical days growing up.
- I feel like my kids spend too much time on screens for school already; let them have fun.
As temperatures drop, I hope school administrators call for at least one “old-fashioned” snow day this season. I think it’s important that kids across the country — including my own two pre-teens — experience the style of snow days that I did growing up, and not because I got to stay inside relaxing. In fact, I learned surprising lessons in those days about history, science, and art.
Lawmakers in states including Iowa, New Jersey, and Virginia have introduced bills to make it easier for districts to replace traditional days off with remote classes. I hope this doesn’t become the preference. Kids will lose out if they’re robbed of the unexpected time to be curious.
I have fond memories of my snow days
When I think back to the snow days I enjoyed growing up in the 1980s — in the farm-filled New Jersey town of Freehold — I picture long strings of glowing red lights.
My dad would drive my brother and me to Monmouth Battlefield State Park, where lit-up displays at the visitors’ center outlined routes that Washington’s Army and British soldiers took to get to the bloody battle in which as many as 400 died. We were actually there because the hilly park has become a popular sledding destination, but after we took turns careening toward the woods on our creaky Flexible Flyer, we’d head inside to thaw out and study the displays.
I remember learning about the long battle that took place on a hot day, pondering what it was like for soldiers to battle the elements through the seasons as they battled each other. Reading history in a textbook was one thing; seeing a display or demonstration was more impactful.
I learned a lot while out of the classroom
When winter came, I used to write the forecasts on a wall calendar near my bed. Tracking temperature trends, probabilities, and records is a terrific introduction to the principles of empirical evidence.
One of my best lessons from a snow day was about small joys and art. I was 9 years old, gazing out my kitchen window as I sipped soup, and I spied — on a snow-covered pine — a cardinal sitting sentinel, observing the terrain. The contrast of the red on white was so beautiful that I longed for a camera, but my dad never let me use our cheap Kodak 110. I vowed to get a camera of my own someday, and a few years later, I bought a 35-millimeter with babysitting funds. To this day, I take photos for my job. I love framing and capturing a scene to share the beauty with others.
Nature’s handiwork can be surprising, powerful, and treacherous. I want my kids to appreciate all of it. It’s hard to watch the snow fall, build with it, and play in it when chained to a Chromebook all day.
It can be hard as a working parent
As a working mom, I understand the nervousness of watching the forecast and wondering about childcare if schools close. Inclement weather days should, of course, be used sparingly. But when safety precautions force a closure anyway, the default shouldn’t always be remote learning. Those days can be just as challenging for a caregiver.
Some traditions aren’t coming back. I remember the wonder and joy of gazing at the streetlights when a storm was predicted, hoping to catch the first flakes fluttering when it was too dark to see the street. My classmates and I would snuggle in our beds the next morning, listening to our clock radios to see if our district would be on the list of closings read by the announcer. Parents also had not-so-reliable phone trees to spread the word decades before robocalls. But even with communication becoming less personal, I’ve observed the magical reactions of kids who realize they’re getting a snow day; I actually heard cheering outside my window last February when our district made the announcement via email in advance of a storm the next day.
I think schools are over-relying on technology in general. I was disappointed this past summer when one of my kids was expected to do all of the summer assignments on a Chromebook, including the actual reading. I placed an order for the physical book anyway. Kids spend enough time stuck to their screens. If a day comes this winter when it’s unsafe to go out, let them have their magical time to explore and dream — at least once.
