Sunday, October 25, 2009
We got on our coats and finally after an hour of trying we headed out the door... for the pumpkin patch.
The last time we attempted this was two years before.
At least this time it wasn't raining.
Man you'd think there would at the very least be a few good big pumpkins. Not a chance. All we could find were molded, had holes or trampled already. It was gross.
Not really the experience we were after.
This what I find a lot.
The "expectation" of something...
This is some thing I am desperately trying to alter about my self, my personality. My flaw. One of them...
Ever since becoming a wife, a Mother I really had this idea imprinted in my head of how things were suppose to be.
I blame this on T.V lol!!
We all do it. But I over the years have been over whelmed by it. I try to obtain that "prefect experience" as if there were such a thing. Setting my self up for an unhappy disaster.
This time though, I went with it. There was NOT the perfect pumpkin... There were a lot of gourds...
So we took the best of what we could find and left.
The kids had fun. They got muddy, ran, jumped in puddles. It was a huge success.
So by relinquishing the silly need for expectations met... they were.