So I decided to take the girls to a pumpkin patch on Saturday. It was my first time! I come from a household that was by no means Americana. I kind of longed to be able to partake in a real thanksgiving. At Thanksgiving we would didn’t have yams and marshmallows, pumpkin pie, or cranberry sauce. What you got in my house was a huge meal that consisted of : chicken, Goulash, and rice with lentils. yuck.
Although I knew that I could not celebrate Christmas, I kind of wanted to- as I loved the commercialism of it all. I always wanted to decorate a tree, even if it was not my own. I never had any friends who weren’tfrom my school, which means all my friends were Jewish- which gave me no opportunities to decorate anything. I have always wanted to drink eggnog and stand under a mistletoe .
I never enjoyed Halloween either, as It was not a “Jewish” holiday. The only thing that was fun about the day was being able to leave school early so that we as Jewish girls wearing long skirts would not be a target of egg flinging school kids.
So I took the girls to a pumpkin patch! I mean, I am first generation American and what’s more American than taking your children to a patch in Autumn!?
I googled sites and found one about an hour away from home. My husband had no idea why I would want to go to one, as he has only been in the US for 4 years. It was a beautiful day in New York- 76 degrees, so I got the girls dressed and headed out!
Later on in the day, I met up with an old friend and we took our kids to the park. She may be the oldest friend that I have- we met when we were 4 years old. She got married at 20, had her first child at 21, and her second at 22. So at the young age of 27, she has a 5 & 6 year old. I find that crazy to wrap my head around. Having a child in the first grade at my age! It was the first time I had met her children, and they were very well behaved. I dont think it’s easy to have well behaved kids. I truly applaud women that do. I sometimes wonder how I will manage. Will I be able to curb my children’s tantrums? Will I help them become the best people that they can be? I guess I will try to do the best that I can.
Then on Saturday night (I know, I tend to jam pack a million things into one day) I had a birthday dinner for my husband in our apt. I wanted to celebrate his birthday (which was on Monday). He hates celebrating his birthday. He actually hates celebrating birthdays in general- which makes my day mean nothing. This definitely bothers me to no end. I mean, just because he doesnt want his birhday, anniversary, father’s day, valentines day (insert any occasion here) celebrated- doesnt mean I dont want it celebrated! And I know why he doesnt like it celebrated. His mom died when he was 10. She would throw HUGE birthday’s for her children, and when she died no one cared enough to celebrate his birthday. His day was taken away, so why should mine be as well?
But I of course, cannot let a birthday go by uncelebrated. I told him that even though he doesn’t like birthdays, I will celebrate his day – because everyone deserves that one day. I invited some friends over, we ordered dinner in (because there was NO WAY I was going to cook) and I bought a birthday cake.
We had some wine, some sushi… it was a nice night.
**I finally got around to choosing a winner for my contest last month! When I went to the Martha Stewart blogging show on 9/24 she gave away a few intresting books! The winner was chosen by Random.Org-
Congrat’s Sticky Feet!!