Oct. 15, 2013
|Halloween 2012: Our last pumpkin patch trip as a family?|
By Kevin Hunsperger
@kevinhunsperger & @my12cents on Twitter
I knew this day would come. After all, when I was in 7th, I made it my last year to go trick or treating until I was a senior and high school and it was somehow "cool" again. But our two oldest kids, ages 13 and 12 have opted out of Halloween fun this year. Kinda.
Our oldest (8th grade) will be marching with the junior high and high school marching band in our small town's Halloween parade. Traditionally, students wear some kind of Halloween garb as they make their way down the street playing haunting tunes before the official start of trick or treating. Our 12 year old, who is in 7th grade, didn't trick or treat last year, after we bought him a $50 costume because he made the basketball team and had a tournament that night.
|Pumpkin Patch 2013|
I can accept that our sons are too old to trick or treat. But recently I announced that I'd be heading to the pumpkin patch with their little sister (age 8), and was told by the boys they had no interest in going. Going to the pumpkin patch has become one my favorite fall past times, and this was the first year that we didn't do it as a family. My daughter and I made it a Daddy-Daughter Day and picked out a variety of gourds. My hope is that when we start carving them up later this week, the boys will want to be in on the design work, but I'm not holding my breath.
|Pumpkin Patch 2005|
I think my daughter knew I was missing the boys being out there with us and when we got into the car and started driving home she said, "Don't worry Daddy, I'll always come to the pumpkin patch with you." It melted my heart and made me feel about 10 feet tall, but in the back of my mind I knew instantly that her sentiments will eventually change too. It's all a part of growing up I suppose.
I'm still a big kid at heart. I love decorating the house for Halloween. I love dressing up in a costume. I love taking the kids trick or treating.
|Pumpkin patch 2009|
I'm the same about Christmas. It killed me when the boys finally figured things out and stopped believing. They've kept the legend of Santa alive for their sister, who I know is just a year or two away from figuring it out for herself too, but that's a blog for another day.
Long story short, I know we all get older. Kids don't find the things cool they did when they were little now that they're teenagers. Blah, blah, blah. It's a part of life, but I don't have to like it. I just hope their memories of the pumpkin patches, the jack-o-lanterns, and costumes stick with them like they've stuck with me. Okay, pity party over, time for a candy apple.