Sno Fun.

By Alison November 25, 2005 7 Comments 2 Min Read


This is, I am assured by lesser people, a little irrational. But I am afraid of snow. Not just a little bit scared. Totally scared stiff, wouldn’t dream of going out in it and convinced everyone I know will die in it, kind of scared. Scared witless.

Don’t bother telling me that snow is safe and fun and snuggly etc, etc. I have heard it all before. You see any sane person will tell you that snow and ice are skiddy. That they make driving treacherous and walking a fate worse than death. Snow makes your fingers blue. It makes everything wet, and it blinds you should you be unlucky enough to get a snowball in your eye. I truly can’t bear it.

The thing about snow is this: even before you open your eyes in the morning you know that something terrible has happened overnight. The light in your bedroom is different, the noise of the cars slushing by, unfamiliar. You lie in bed and worry. You worry that your Dad has chosen today to drive to London and that he will get stuck in a snowdrift on the M40 and never be seen again. You worry that your husband will slip on the path, bang his head and meet a sudden, icy cold death. You worry that fate will have it that you will have to get in your car and drive somewhere. Probably into that lovely little terrace with the pillar-box red door like you did the Christmas before last. You worry that the gorgeous little boy next door will greet you with a rock wrapped in snow and maim you for life. And mostly you worry about falling over. 

There is no comfort in the cosiness of the house, because when you are the only one it, it is a place to be endured until your family are home and safe. Does this sound nuts? Am I crackers? One day Dad had to drive me somewhere and a half hour dive took three, by which time I was nearly sick. I get hysterical when snow is forecast and have no idea how I will manage to get Finley to nursery if there is even the merest hint of frost on the ground.

This winter is predicted to be the worst in a long time and I really don’t know how I’m going to deal with it. I want Finley to love it. To roll about and build three tier snowman. I want him to look out the window and see only the sheer magic of a snowy blanket on the ground.

But I have no idea how I am going to make that happen, when I literally cannot go over the doorstep if it snows.

Do I need therapy?


  1. ms*robyn says:

    umm Alison, maybe you need to reread Simple Abundance? I am sure there is something in there about worrying !!

  2. Savannah says:

    ok. This is serious!!! I do understnd the worries about the highway and the roads and about loved ones falling, but I guess I put them in the same place that others put worries about swimming or boating and airplanes and things that terrify me. That out of the way, some of my very best memories include snow… going outside one afternoon and finding that my dad had built me a huge ice house igloo that he, I, and our collie could easily go into. I was mesmerized and I loved it in there… very sad day when it all melted about three weeks later because I had come to love that home in the snow… and the time he and I were in an old 47 chevy pickup with a pointy nose and we had to back up over and over and over and ram the snowdrifts to get in our quarter mile driveway… It was fabulous…. But no, you don't need counseling. Each of us lovely humans is entitled to our special "loves" and our special "shudders." And you are entitled to yours… I'll love snow enough for both of us. G….

  3. Clare says:

    Ali, You do know I am a mental health professional and you can talk to me at any time!

  4. Dawn says:

    Hi..I have just found your website..and I just love it. I hope that you can get over your fear of snow..your worries are rational..but should not affect your daily life so. I am quite fearful of some things…and with my children I push myself to conquer them so they will not grow up with the same fears as me. So my advice to you..if you are able to ..I would just jump out in the snow and play with your little one…if he enjoys the snow you may start associating such happiness and excitement with it. I hope…I am not a professional..but sometimes we get stuck in our beliefs and just never venture out to see if things can be different. I do wish you well.

  5. Helen May says:

    I think it's a May sister thing Sweetie – your fear of snow is just as irrational as mine of baked beans…
    Though a food product is undeniably easier to avoid than the elements.
    Send in the therapists – the May girls are losing the plot..!!

  6. Mrs. N. says:

    This is my favorite type of weather. Well,truly,except for tornadic activity, I love all kinds of weather as each has its own beauty.
    There is really nothing like a lovely blanket of snow. It quiets the sounds of cars and trucks and all sorts of machinery. It frosts each and every branch of the barren trees giving a beautiful black and white silhouette. (Oak trees are the most lovely as they are very intricate.)
    After a romp in the yard making snow sculptures and snow angels or sledding at the park we come inside where it is warm. The children put our mittens to dry on the stove in the basement. They put on dry, fluffy socks and warm fleece tops and get our blankets ready. Meanwhile, I make hot chocolate capped with marshmallows to drink, and cinnamon toast strips and toasted cheese sandwiches cut into triangles to nosh. We all snuggle up on the couch with a whole pile of warmed blankets, pop in a movie and revel in the relief of being out of the cold. There is really nothing like it for accentuating the hominess of our little home.

  7. Mimi says:

    No, you dont need therapy, just a large cup of hot chocolate!

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