As I stood watching the children play in the snow, I felt at peace. The village clock sitting on the church tower showed a quarter past eight. We had fifteen more minutes left of snow play before we had to make the rest of the way down the hill to the train station. In front of the train station, the cold school bus sat with an open door waiting to be filled with the hot breath of children as they push and shove past each other into seats.
Sweet Bear waded through sparking, white snow up to the knees of her gray snow pants. Her cheeks were two red circles of happiness. Petite Clown followed close behind. I noticed that the path was easier for her to navigate since it was already cleared by her older sister.
I smiled quietly to myself. I thought about how walking in the snow was like their life. Since her birth, Sweet Bear has made the way for her younger sister easier. She is only one year older but she is a huge influence on Petite Clown.
From learning to talk to going to school, Sweet Bear has done it all first. Her little sister watched and learned from her bigger sister. She followed behind.
More and more, Petite Clown goes her own way not waiting for her sister. She is growing into her own person.
Sure enough, Petite Clown stopped walking and plopped down into the snow. She laid on her back making a snow angel. Sweet Bear begged her sister to continue on with her in the snow but Petite Clown stared up into the blue sky ignoring her.
A few moments later, it was time to start walking to the bus. I called out for the children to come along. The sisters came out of the field of snow at the same time holding onto one another giggling with their faces pressed together.
It was then that I realized they may not always take the same path but they will always be together.