Reblogged and edited from 1/6/2014 in honor of my son for “National Weatherperson’s Day.”
Most of the country is in a deep freeze today. A friend from St. Louis texted me a picture of my home. It looked like a Christmas picture postcard all adrift in powdery snow. A bit blurry at first, I squeezed my eyes tighter to hold my I-Phone a bit farther away. No, there was nothing wrong with my eyes. The picture was fine, not fuzzy or out of focus. It was simply difficult to see my home adrift in all of the white of sparkling powder. Millions of minute snowflakes, no two alike were falling from God’s sky in all of their delight.
Currently, the weather is a dilemma in many parts of our country. This is not lost on me. I’ve raised a son who lives and breathes it every day. Since toddlerhood, he has been fascinated with snow. Now that he is an adult, he warns of severe thunderstorms, tornadoes and all of the alike while helping to predict hurricanes and typhoons. His passion though, is snow. Yes, S.N.O.W, through and through.
Whenever my son sits in front of his computer modules looking at colors on the screen…. lines of reds, greens, blues and yellows together with squiggles of movement and flow, it becomes his golden time. He’s waited all his life for such weather history. Half the earth is colder than it may ever be in this century! This is my son’s life-time of dreams with a shiny trophy to be put on an imaginary shelf. One he never expected to live to see, yet here it is! Can it really be?
My son has a passionate love for the beauty of the freezing snow. Yes, this is true. Most importantly, he saves lives. Lives…..yours and mine! Others don’t often stop to think about this. Many make jokes about the weather. Some say, “Anyone can predict it.” Ha! When sirens screech loudly in the distance or when radio signals blare while local television weather persons say, “TAKE COVER,” it is due to the years of education together with many long and arduous working hours of….you guessed it, my son’s forecasting.
True, the study of “Atmospheric Science” or Weather is my son’s passion. Still, stop to think about this. He gets up in the dawn of morn or the black of midnight while his wife and precious babies sleep tight. Sweetly, he kisses pink foreheads before packing up to leave for an unknown number of hours. His ‘day’ depends on weather conditions that may extend for an unknown number of hours. Working three different shifts from week to week or month to month, his schedule often changes. His body clock struggles to adapt, yet he never, ever complains. At times, his loyal service dog, “Nimbus,” may look up to question him. Black eyes the color of damp mud look to his Master as if to say, “Already?” “Again?” Four paws and a tail shake it off before trudging away for another night or day.
So, while you’re out shoveling today, slipping, sliding, complaining or having fun, please remember my son. Yes, he lives and breathes to see sparkling, white snow. But, too, he’s always doing his very best job for you.
His very best job….