You all know how it starts. “It’ll make such a mess!”
Did I mention the mess and hassle?
Okay, you get the point. Each year I talk myself out of it. This year, however, it was just me and my son, and doggonit… we needed to carve pumpkins!
We got a pair of medium sized pumpkins from Wal-Mart. It was 2 days before Halloween, so we didn’t have a very nice selection. Boy, were they on sale though! I picked up a carving set with stencils, and a pack of tea light candles.
In the past I had often froze my hands stiff from carving cold pumpkins. DUH, I thought, I’ll bring them in the night before to make the innards bearable. As for the mess, I had a month’s worth of newspaper, and a “gut bucket.”
Okay, now fully equipped, we got after it. The first hurdle was getting past the guts. My son was a bit squeamish, but I made him do it. He did fine once he got used to the smell.
He picked a simple face (he’s retro like that) whereas I picked a stylish bat stencil. We had to take a break halfway through, as our hands were tired, but eventually pulled it off.
Being a single parent is tough. Not only because you’re doing all the work with half the hands, but because you now have less time. By the time he’s 16, he won’t care to carve pumpkins or go trick or treating any more. That’s less than 10 years I have left! Chances are, I’ll only get every-other year until then.
This means that I can’t waste a SINGLE holiday with him. NOW is the time to make the memories, in these first 10 years. I’ll have several more decades to savor them, and I don’t want to regret not having done more. So YES, we got messy, YES it was work, but as I told my son: “all good things in life require some work.”