See those exclamation points? I’m trying to recapture my youth.
Remember how when you were little, each holiday held a particular fascination? Halloween was all about the pumpkins, costumes, and candy. Easter was all about colored eggs and the Easter Bunny. Valentine’s Day had those terrible conversation hearts and little Valentine cards and Valentine boxes made from shoeboxes. Christmas, well, we won’t even go there.
Some adults are able to maintain that sense of excitement for every holiday for the rest of their lives, whether you like it or not. I haven’t completely lost it, but it’s hard to get excited about traipsing around the pumpkin patch looking for The Perfect Pumpkin. I should clarify – I get excited about the prospect, about the Brady Bunch family-ishness of it all, but actually DOING it is kind of bleh.
At least one of our children loves it. The other one, I don’t know, it’s hard to tell about her. She, I think, was embarrassed to be seen with us because she walked as far as she could from the wagon to find her pumpkin. That, naturally, worked out poorly because when she found her pumpkin she had to carry it greater distances to deposit in the wagon. But no matter. Natural consequences.
This was last Sunday. Last Sunday it was hot. As in 80-85 degrees. I know that’s not hot by summer standards, but geez, it’s October, and we’re trying to get pumpkins, and there is supposed to be a chill in the air, dammit. Maybe that had something to do with my inability to get rooty-tooty-fresh-n-fruity excited about the pumpkin patch.
I did, however, allow Greg to talk me into getting a pumpkin for myself this year. I don’t really like carving pumpkins. I like the looks of them, I’ll sometimes roast the pumpkin seeds, but I just don’t like carving them anymore, if I ever really did. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because they never turn out the way I’d like. Greg and I are slackers, so we picked ours from those inside that had already been plucked from the field.
But if you think that I’ve completely lost all excitement for such outings, fear not! As soon as we were finished plundering the pumpkins, I wandered over to the Kettle Korn tent and got the biggest damn bag of Kettle Korn you ever saw. One that was gone within about two days. Now that was exciting!!!!
So I guess it’s not so much that I’m not stoked for the holidays themselves – maybe it’s just that the parts of the holidays that appeal to me have changed over the years. And it is awfully fun to watch the kids’ eyes light up. Good enough for me.