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He designed...I carved.




I have this little boy, he is truly a boy. It's from one extreme to the other, a very girly, girl and a crickets in pockets, bugger eating boy. He gets obsessed with things, I don't know where he gets it. : )
For a week he talked and talked about carving his pumpkin for his pumpkin walk at school. The old me would have just skipped this whole pumpkin walk and offered a video game instead. The new me, needed this more than anything. I needed to go back to who I was before my life became so crazy.
Having dropped off his sister at her usual hang out, dance. He and I went to pick the perfect pumpkin. He is a boy after all, so he had to find the biggest one. I reminded him that we would have to carry this pumpkin by ourselves, Buddy was working and it would have to be my weak muscles doing all the lifting. He settled for a medium sized one, he was jumping up and down so excited, it broke my heart.
When we got home, he had his sketches ready for me to pick from. He wanted the pumpkin to be "menacing". That is what he said. Ok, I am somewhat crafty, but carve a "menacing" pumpkin from his drawings. Not so easily done. We finally settled on this drawing. Ok, he said silly will do. This is the final project, silly pumpkin. Than he reached out his hand for a high five, "good job mom". It can't get better than this. This is where I needed to be, carving a "silly pumpkin", forgetting everything else that was on my plate.
On a funny note, when we did arrive at the pumpkin walk. There were some amazing pumpkins, pumpkins turned into characters, some glittered, some that looked like someone had stolen them off of Martha Stewarts porch. And then there was "silly pumpkin". I saw the look of disappointment in his face, he knew he couldn't compete with some of these pumpkins, but he did not say a word. We placed the pumpkin along the walk and he couldn't have been prouder. I new that next year, next year he would have a plan.

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