Five years ago I took my kids on a nice October day to a local farm to pick out pumpkins. It was one of my first major holidays as a divorced mom, and I remember feeling determined — DETERMINED — that we would have a fun day (dammit!). Back in 2003, I pulled a cart full of 20 pounds of pumpkins and 70 pounds of tired, whiny (albeit cute) kids, wondering how the hell was I going to do this on my own and what the future would bring.
Today, I took the kids back to that same farm where we’ve been going each year. I wasn’t anxious about making it a fun day because I knew it would be — just because it was gorgeous out and we were together. Five years and many hairstyles later (thank you, I’ve embraced my straight, dark brown hair!) T-Rex knighted me for my pumpkin-picking efforts…
…and wouldn’t you know — my kids took turns pulling the cart for me?
Five years ago I took my kids on a nice October day to a local farm to pick out pumpkins. It was one of my first major holidays as a divorced mom, and I remember feeling determined — DETERMINED — that we would have a fun day (dammit!). Back in 2003, I pulled a cart full of 20 pounds of pumpkins and 70 pounds of tired, whiny (albeit cute) kids, wondering how the hell was I going to do this on my own and what the future would bring.
Today, I took the kids back to that same farm where we’ve been going each year. I wasn’t anxious about making it a fun day because I knew it would be — just because it was gorgeous out and we were together. Five years and many hairstyles later (thank you, I’ve embraced my straight, dark brown hair!) T-Rex knighted me for my pumpkin-picking efforts…
…and wouldn’t you know — my kids took turns pulling the cart for me?