You know those parents who buy their newborn baby a baseball glove?
Well, that’s not me. (Pro Tip: That’s really, really not me.)
Instead, I am the parent who, among many other silly things, was genuinely disappointed when her four-month-old missed the church trip to the Nelson Farm Pumpkin Festival because it conflicted with her nap. Because she was, you know, four months old.
Pumpkins! Pony rides! Mini donuts! What mother would not want to share these fall treats with her child? Zoe missed out during our first fall in Litchfield, but we’ve been to the Nelson Farm every year since. And every year, it’s better.
Not because the pumpkin festival changes–I’m pretty sure it’s substantially the same experience Mike and his brothers had when they were kids–but because Zoe does.
At age three and a quarter, Zoe can ride ponies, choose pumpkins, race through a mini corn maze, devour mini donuts, disappear into the long tunnels at the playground, and have a tantrum when it’s time to go home. (Some things never change, right?) It is such a joy to watch her explore, and to realize how much she’s grown since last year.
Especially lovely was sharing this year’s visit with my parents. We had planned to do it last fall, but gathered around my dad’s hospital bed instead. (Pro Tip: Cancer is no respecter of pumpkin festivals.) Which just made watching my dad and Zoe petting baby chicks that much sweeter.
What else is better with age?