With little kids at home, Maria homeschooling and lots of pick-ups and drop-offs during the day I feel like it’s hard for me to really get involved with the kids’ classes at school. I’m not sure how other moms are, but when Maria first started preschool I had these visions of me volunteering for every class party, walking in with Martha Stewart-esque cupcakes and cookies, and having the patience of an angel.
Oops. Something happened.
I do help as often as I can, but it’s not always the way I imagined it would be in my early days of parenthood. But one thing I LOVE doing is having Jamie’s class to my parent’s pumpkin patch (last year it was at their house, this year at the farm) and letting them pick pumpkins, explore, and get a little dirty. I mean, yeah, it’s really just as much work for my dad as it is for me, but I tell myself that my dad loves doing it and that he wouldn’t miss it for the world. (hahahaha you’re welcome, pops).
So today we went to the farm.
We were late today so I didn’t have time to pack the kids’ lunches. Thank goodness for Paraiso Vallarta.
But this is funny: one of Jamie’s classmates asked, “What’s that?” I said, “It’s lunch.” “Well….why?”
I knew what he was getting at. Why didn’t Jamie have a lunch in a bag like everyone else. Ya know, like a sandwich and carrots and yogurt.
“Well, Josh….I’m tired. And when I’m tired, I don’t make lunches….I pick them up.”
He accepted that.
Jamie gathered his friends around and explained how we grew the pumpkins.
“We planted the seeds. Then we harvest them off the vine.”
He’s very thorough.
And then we released the monsters.
There were tons of pumpkins. After this week, what good are pumpkins, really?! So when the kids came up and said, “Can I get one for my brother? My little cousin? My mom?” I said, “Absolutely. Load ’em up.”
We also encouraged the picking of squash and eggplant and potatoes.
The edamame, peppers, tomatoes, corn, cucumbers and other veggies were long gone and the land had been dug up and ready to sit until next year. But they got a lot of other goodies.
And then my dad had a brilliant idea.
“If we asked them all to pick every pumpkin and move it to the grass, would they?”
It saved my dad a solid hours worth of work and his back thanks the children.
Thanks, Papa, for your badass farm and for letting us all take advantage of it.