We are slowly settling into the rhythm of fall. It’s been unseasonably warm during the day, but the evenings are now laced with traces of the cool, crisp air of fall. It’s been an adjustment from the long, lazy days of summer where we wiled away the afternoons at the pool. Many of Vijay’s friends are in preschool this year, so the playgrounds seem pretty quiet. Vijay misses the activity, and longs for more kids to play with- it seems he is ready for preschool, but with a late October birthday, that’s not really an option this year. Some days it feels like I am doing the right thing by keeping him home, other days…not so much. Who knows.
I had a rather funny interaction at Squam– I met a blog reader, and she was absolutely floored that I was Christine Chitnis. “You are so different than I imagined,” she said, and the look on her face told me that this was the truth! Later, once we had spent more time together, she commented that I was much more humorous, and lively in real life, and that the stories I shared about my family were quite hilarious. “I guess I expected you to be more conservative,” she admitted.
This made me laugh- yes, in real life I tend to be a bit biting and sarcastic. I am not a parent that waxes on poetically about my boys- I instead like to focus on the humorous side of things. But I am careful on my blog…so much of my life I protect with a fierce privacy. You may have noticed that I am not on twitter, instagram or facebook, though I have no doubt these tools would boost my “readership” and “outreach.” I just can’t do it…the portrait that I paint here of my life is very true, but it is also censored. My babies are growing into little boys, and they have their own stories to tell. I love sharing bits and pieces, but I protect the story of their childhood, of their development, of their sorrows and joys with the ferocity of a mother bear.
Do you ever wonder what our children will think about all this blogging, and over-sharing? I hope one day that my boys will visit this space and remember fondly all our little adventures, and be reminded of their mothers love of flowers, farms, and fresh food. I hope they will enjoy reading my words, and looking through my pictures. I hope I make them proud.
Earlier this week, we spent the afternoon in the orchard, picking apples, peaches and the last of the fall raspberries. How odd to be picking raspberries and seeing the first pumpkins. I wore my new summer knit tee, which I didn’t gauge properly so it ended up much too short. Lesson learned- don’t be lazy when it comes to gauging. It was a beautiful day…and one that I am perfectly happy sharing.