Today our Princess decided it was pumpkin carving day.
She has been so excited about the prospect since she picked hers out at the Pumpkin Patch last Saturday. Then on Thursday we found a pumpkin carving kit at the GW Boutique. That thing has been burning a hole in her proverbial pocket ever since.
Today was the day.
I get it. This is the first time she’s ever carved a pumpkin.
Mine too, as best as I can remember.
I have a vague recollection of Mama cleaning one out and carving it many, many years ago when I was very small. My thinking is, after being a part of the carving today, that it was just too messy for her to want to deal with, what with four small children underfoot.
We all gathered out on the front porch as Princess traced a circle with a Sharpie around the top for the cut out. Her friend Miss C was over, and she liked to offer her guidance. *ahem* I gently suggested that maybe she could let our girl do it her own way since I assumed Miss C had already carved her own (and expertly so, I’m thinking, from the suggestions she offered). She graciously backed off with the suggestions for a few minutes but was sure to inform me that she was going to carve hers later tonight.
As my girl worked on cutting a hole in the top of the pumpkin with the orange tool that had all the sharpness of a dull butter knife, she chattered away happily. Life is such a dream for this child of mine. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily. Everything is the “best ever,” and today was the best ever because she was carving her very own pumpkin by her very own self for the very first time. Ever.
She’s pretty awesome like that. I think she got it from my Mama. That whole “finding so much joy in everything” thing.
After scooping out the innards, something she let her friend help her with, she was ready to design the face. She drew triangles on, again with the Sharpie, which in hindsight might not have been the best idea. When one was a little higher and bigger than the other, she tried to redraw it, not realizing at first that redrawing wouldn’t help. The lines would still be there. Her friend made one suggestion after the other. I was about to interject again, when my girl said, “No, it’s okay, thanks though. I like the way it looks. They eyes will just look a little creepier and spookier this way.”
I am so proud of her. So secure and confident in what she was creating.
I’m proud of me too.
I didn’t say one word as she drew the nose. “I want it to be a square,” she said. And the next thing I know, this “mouth-sized” rectangle was sitting below the two wonky eyes. I so wanted to suggest she make it into the mouth and not worry about a nose, but I didn’t. This is huge for me. My Joyful friend and I used to congratulate each other when we let our children create without all the assistance and guidance (okay, we were intent on redoing the whole thing) when Aub and her girls were little. So to be able to sit back and enjoy the creation and keep my mouth closed?
Her friend actually did suggest the whole make it a mouth and create a smaller nose above it idea. Wondering how my girl would react, I again sat back and listened.
Princess did not disappoint. “No, I really want to make the mouth below there. And I like the nose. Lots of light will show through.”
And she carved away.
The only thing I had to help her with (don’t judge me please) was getting the mouth out without losing the teeth. She hadn’t cut it quite all the way through and it threatened to turn into a crescent shaped mouth. But she had carved the teeth, so I wanted her to have them. A few more sawing motions and gently sliding it out, voila!
Mr. Jack O’ Lantern was finished. A bit wonky, but that only makes him creepier. And spookier.
Don’t you think?
Tonight I’m thankful for the privilege of raising these precious children. I’m thankful for this middle one who is as full of sweetness as she is spunk, which makes for a sparkling combination. I give thanks that she is confident and creative and strong, and I am happy she can hear criticism and kindly continue doing her own thing. Most of all, I’m happy that what made her most excited about creating her very own jack o’lantern all by her very own big self was putting a light in it and watching it shine in the darkness.
Because you know what? She has a gift for that. Letting her light shine, especially in the hard and sad times.
She got that from my Mama too.
Love to all.