We as parents are well-intentioned. We want the best for our children. Every day. But I have to be honest. I am human. Sometimes I get tired (often, actually). Sometimes I get cranky. Sometimes I can be unkind and ungrateful. Sometimes I love my children but I forget to cherish them.
My family has been so doggone busy for the last couple of months. Between art classes, science center classes, piano lessons, musical theater classes, and visits with friends and family, I feel like I am being stretched in a medieval rack. I am not usually the type of person who books our schedule full. I don’t thrive in that way. My kids don’t either. We like having things to do and people to see, but sometimes we just like staying home and having quiet time. We like the freedom that our homeschooling life affords us of being able to pick up and go where the wind blows us. We like to go down rabbit trails when we are beckoned.
I knew we reached a place of discomfort for everyone because the short tempers were flaring at the drop of a hat. We were not in a place of happiness or respect. We were not gracious. There was no peace. It was time to unplug and reconnect. It was time to remember and acknowledge the things we are thankful for. It was time for a reboot…
So, we put away the curriculum. We put away the books (well, not the poetry ones or the read-alouds, or the bed-time favorites – we could NEVER do that!), the worksheets, and the agenda. We dropped it all in favor of some impromptu fun. We piled into the car…
And headed out to the country. It is beautiful this time of year in South Central Pennsylvania. The leaves have changed and are vibrant hues of red, orange, yellow, burgundy, and gold. As we headed North-West, the rolling hills spread out before us. The drive was spectacular!
Finally, we arrived at Boyer’s in Bigglerville.
Is there a better way to appreciate the fall than to go apple picking in the country?
The fresh air, the rows and rows of beautiful trees, the smell of grass, the backdrop of rolling hills dotted with colorful leaves. It was nothing less than exhilarating!
The kids darted up and down the rows, in awe of all of the beautiful fruit hanging from the trees. They started filling their bags. My heart felt so thankful to have this time with them, watching them select, pluck, and admire their choices.
When the bags were full of beautiful Fuji and York Empire apples, they were dragged back to the car and proudly heaved into the back. Each child was very protective of their bag of apples!
Time to head back to the market to have our haul weighed…
This was our drive. Isn’t it exquisite? This photo doesn’t due justice to the beauty of this countryside…
The kids had their haul weighed proudly – 35 pounds of apples! Yes, 35!
We decided to stop for lunch on our hour-long way home. We spent the time reconnecting. Talking. Listening. Remembering what it is that we love about being a family.
When we got home, we peeled, boiled, and pureed our hearts out and made the most delicious applesauce! My daughter got out her Raddish kit and made us a scrumptious Dutch Apple Pancake! I have to say, the “fruits” of our labor were well worth it, both literally and figuratively.
Now I know that there will come a time when we need another reboot. That’s ok. For now, this is enough…