Looking back on recent posts, I am struck by what a beautiful summer we have been having, and what a special childhood my little boy is enjoying. In the day-to-day, it's easy to start thinking life is a chaotic string of events, and that I am not doing a very good job at this thing called parenting. Add to that the uncertainty that comes when every single person has a different way of being a mother, and feeling those pangs of self-doubt when I let Rafael play with my iphone while we're grocery shopping as an alternative to discussing why we can't buy a package of toy cars every time we're at the supermarket.
Then I look over these photos, and think about how much my boy and I laugh, and cuddle, and all the hilarious things he says, and how he throws himself onto me in the mornings, and grabs my face with both of his hands to look into my eyes and give me kisses. And I know I am doing something right.
Not everything, but something.
The mornings are cold, and days are noticeably shorter. The first bright orange pumpkins are piling up at the farmer's market, along with sunflowers and corn. In the forest I found the first little mushrooms sprouting up along the side of the path, as well as a piece of egg shell fallen from a nest, and a little toad soaking in a murky puddle. We made, and ate, a big apple-blackberry crumble. The tiny crabapples on the three trees in the garden are slowly turning from green to red.
I went through my cold-weather clothing and had to pack away a big pile of things that no longer fit after my weight-loss, so I'm going shopping for a fall wardrobe this afternoon. Maybe I'll find some cute things worthy of sharing here. It's no surprise that autumn is my favorite season to dress for!