Imagine my surprise when my 8-year-old boy, who currently thinks I’m embarrassing and refuses to give me kisses even in the privacy of our own home, was EXCITED to go to the apple orchard. I mean, we go every fall, but I figured he’d be all “I’mwaytoocoolforthatnow” but instead he was excited.
To pick apples from the highest branch with his brother…
To find the perfect apples and put them in our bag…
To search and search and search (as he does every year) to find THE perfect pumpkin.
Maybe he’s not growing up so fast after all. Even if he is, I’m taking every opportunity to capture those gorgeous green eyes and those Icouldeaticecreamoutofthem dimples. They’re mine. All mine.
Matthew’s still of the opinion that he will never stop giving me kisses and hugs. “Why would I Mom? That’s silly!” Oh, the innocence of being 5 and still thinking your Mom is the greatest. He was beyond excited to spend the day at the orchard.
He was thrilled to be picking apples with his big brother and by himself. To climb the trees! To taste the apples! To soak it all up.
Boy will I be sad when I’m not his favorite anymore. Hopefully it takes longer than age 8. He wasn’t “too cool” for the fun at the orchard…turns out neither was his big brother.
Turns out I’m still ok to do the Corn Maze with. And guess what? I almost peed my pants and we got lost and Gabe laughed and laughed with me. I wasn’t embarrassing or uncool. I was just his Mom.
And Olivia? I’m counting on her. To never be embarrassed by me. To never leave my side. To always give me kisses.
Wait!! You were supposed to be the one that never disses me!! Did I just hear you say “Leave me alone, Mom!!” Geez.
But she got over it and picked a couple of apples. On Amma’s back or on her own. And then she was cold and tired and waited in the car. “When are we having donuts anyway?”
At the end of the day, I sigh and think how wonderful it is to have all 3 of my babies, my sister and my Mom to enjoy a beautiful day at the orchard.
Even if I am embarrassing. Where’s my apple fritter??