my 4 year old son had a field trip to a farm the other day. it was the quintessential setting for pumpkin picking.
this was the real deal.
we parked on the dirt and immediately we were greeted with the fresh smell of autumn air and juuust the slightest bit of “farm” smell.
i mean that in the best of ways.
at first, i was quite overwhelmed with what seemed like a million little people running all around with their high-pitched, squeaky voices, filled with enthusiasm of the budding adventure that was waiting for us.
my child, was amongst these excited children, and i almost pulled his arm and dragged him back to the car, because it was all too much for me.
but i took a deep breath and a big swig of my coffee as i steadied myself up on the wooden steps into the hay wagon that was about to be pulled by the big, red tractor.
once seated, i was actually able to relax into the ride and enjoy the upbeat chatter of the children and parents, alike.
the air had that nice crispness — not too cool and not too hot.
there were bright yellow, red and purple mums decorating the outside of the barns. orange leaf wreaths hung on the sides of the buildings.
once the tractor stopped, we were able to walk through a pumpkin patch and choose the one that would be the newest addition to our family.
when we found our favorite balls of orange, i was a little confused with how to actually remove said pumpkin from the vine?!
“city girl meets country” was in full effect.
lots of pictures were taken and it was generally just your good, all-american time at a farm with your kids in the middle of october.
americana at its best.
after the tractor took us through the corn fields and back towards the main barn, the kids could play…and i mean PLAY!
there was a hay wall, a tractor turned into slide, a corn tunnel, and a cow milking simulator! there was a kiddie corn maze and a cornbox…seriously, whoever designed this was genius.
as my son was running around playing, i ran into a woman i had known briefly in the past; her son was there, as well. our chatter started off with the typical mommy “chattiness” and turned into me exclaiming how well my son has been to adjusting with having a new little sister.
i even felt comfortable enough with this woman to confide that we have had extra challenges in dealings with baby M’s cf diagnosis.
*now every time i speak to people about cf, i am usually greeted with quizzical looks and questions of “what is cystic fibrosis?” (i wouldn’t know as much as i do, if my daughter had not been diagnosed…)
i was expecting her reaction to be as such, but instead, she took a second breath;
a knowing breath.
aaah, she knows about cf. her sister had it.
before my brain could think of what to say besides, “and how is she doing?”
my mouth speaks those exact words.
and the next thing you know, this wonderful farm fall day was filled with tears.
hers for her sister.
and mine for my baby girl and the challenging future.
and each of us apologizing for our warranted emotions, wiping our fears and sadness away…