Fall is slowly starting to creep in around these parts.
The mornings have been foggy and cool, such a welcome respite from endless months of sun and heat. By mid-day, it’s warm again, but those first few hours of the day help ease the mind into the new season, if even only temporarily.
A few white pumpkins are sprinkled here and there around the house and the kids keep begging for Halloween decor (mommy is a Christmas gal, so it’s a struggle of sorts…ah, motherhood) and today may finally be the day.
We went to the pumpkin patch last night with Kai’s school and the kids jumped in bouncy houses, rode crickety old carnival rides that looked like they were on their last legs with their faded flashing lights and old-school safety belts. They ran around from attraction to attraction, hand-in-hand with friends. We would lose them for a minute in the crowd and our minds would panic. Then our eyes would find them and relax once again and we would continue the conversation we had paused mid-sentence in the way that only parents can. Without any excuse. We picked out the perfect pumpkin for the family. And then smaller ones for each kid and more white ones for mommy. And then they collapsed into their beds, far past their usual bedtime, exhausted yet begging for more.
This week we are going to New York with them for the first time. To show them the Statue of Liberty. To show them Central Park. To show them FAO Schwarz. To (hopefully) show them the splendor of autumn’s changing leaves and crisp air. Half of me is excited and half of me is a little nervous. New York is a busy, intimidating place to many adults I know and I am not sure how their little minds will absorb it all. With excitement, I hope. With a little exhaustion, I am sure. But undoubtedly with memories – like the ones from the pumpkin patch last night – that will stay with them forever.
And that alone makes it worth it.
Have a great Saturday. xx