“We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.”
~ Anais Nin
One cold wintery day, my oldest daughter, who was two at the time, woke up to a blanket of snow outside. Having no previous recollection of playing in the snow, she was anxious to go out and build a snowman with her dad. Unfortunately, having recently moved from a warmer climate, I had no boots or gloves for her, but she was determined. So I bundled her up in her coat and hat and then put two pairs of socks on her feet with her tennis shoes and two pairs of socks on her hands. Grinning from ear to ear, she ran out into the powdery snow and began making tracks through the yard. Watching from the window, I saw her delight as she and her dad built a meager yet important snowman. When I could tell they were getting ready to come in, I went into the bathroom and started filling the tub with warm water. When she came in, she was delighted and frozen. Her little face was red, and her hands and feet were icicles. I’m not sure the socks helped at all. I stripped off all her wet clothes, and with the anticipation of hot chocolate, she climbed into the tub. Instantly, she started screaming, “IT’S HOT!” I quickly yanked her out of the tub and felt the water. “Sweetheart, it’s not hot,” I reassured her as I picked her up and placed her right back into that water. “It IS hot!” she screamed. Yanking her out of the tub again, I realized that of course, the water felt hot.
