No Regrets, Mama

And sometimes, I get lazy. 

We bust our asses on Friday night to get everything ready for 9am football games (yes, be there at 8am please which means leave home at 7:30…earlier than a school day) and then the soccer games that follow right after (if you’re lucky, otherwise at the same time). 

We all go to bed early to get enough sleep.  

We crazily run around in the morning making sure we have everything for two sports and several hungry tummies for after the games. 

We make sure we have layers of clothes since it can be in the 30s when the games start and in the 70s when we are all done. 

We plan, we do, we gather, we list, we prep.  

And when it’s all over and the final whistle has blown, we are ready to go home. And today was one of those days where we got home afterwards and crashed. We didn’t even feel like hitting up our favorite brunch spot. We were done. 

On the way home, I realized it was one of the last Saturdays we had to visit the local pumpkin patch (you know, crazy bikes, wild cow trains, pillow trampolines, corn mazes, the whole spiel) and I had a moment where I hesitated to even mention it. It was going to be a beautiful fall day, perfect 60 degree weather, we had at least four hours until it closed, and I knew if we didn’t do it, we might not get to with our busy schedule the rest of October. 

I could have kept my mouth shut. I could have rested on the couch the rest of the day and been very content. 

Instead, I brought it up.  And the kids cheered. 

One hour after we arrived home, we were on the road to the pumpkin patch, tired or not. 

So many times in motherhood I have had those moments where I pause and think, should I even bring this up? Am I too tired to follow through with the suggestion I’m about to make? Is my husband too tired? Have we done enough today? This month? 

Today I took and breath and asked the question. I am so, so glad I did. The kids had an amazing time, I took so many photos that reminded me of when they were tiny at the pumpkin patch, and there were so many laughs. 

Even my husband said after we finally arrived home, “I didn’t want to go at first, but I’m so happy we did.” 

Do it. Take my advice. The exhaustion can wait, it will be there later. Go to the pumpkin patch. Make those memories.  

I never know when next time I mention it, my kids will be old enough to boo and roll their eyes. 

I never know when that visit will be the last. 

Today, we made memories. Do it, mama. No regrets. 

And now, I rest. Hello couch.