Our Journey Raising Two Children with Special Needs

This blog chronicles our life raising two children, Nicholas 15, diagnosed with Prader-Willi Syndrome and Weston 18, diagnosed with Autism/Asperger's/ADHD. It's the ups, the downs, the joys, the sorrows and most importantly, the beauty of living a life less perfect, a life more meaningful.

Friday, September 28, 2012

The Coveted Commencement of The Magic Season

It's September and back-to-school time here in New England. For most of us, this usually means a trip to Kmart for some running shoes and school supplies.

But for my son Nicholas, this fall month is far more significant than just a time for buying some notebooks and colored pencils. To him, September is the official kick-off to, The Magic Season.

What is The Magic Season you ask?

It is that time of year when you can officially begin to decorate the home with all things cozy and warm. It means that you can light candles and plug in things that glow. It is the official start to months and months of twinkling lights and holiday decor.

To Nicholas, however it means just one thing, happiness.

Yesterday, we drove by our local farm stand when suddenly I heard a scream from the back seat,


Sure enough as we passed our local farm, rows and rows of bright orange pumpkins lined a long, wooden table.


Typically buying a pumpkin in the middle of September doesn't pose a particular problem. The colder evening temperatures here in New England, help to preserve the freshness of the gourd-like, giant squash. Unfortunately for Mom however, Nicholas insists on carving it right away. He delights in quickly gutting the poor unsuspecting vegetable so he can place a lit candle directly in its belly. He will watch  his cheery little friend for hours, and will carry him wherever he goes.

But as you all know, the shelf-life of a carved pumpkin is two, maybe three days, tops, and then the once grinning gourd now becomes a rotting, smelling, moldy piece of pulp more suitable for the compost pile than the bedroom nightstand. The ever-tolerant Nicholas however, accepts his faithful friend as he is and disregards the decaying nature and God-awful smell that accompanies him.

Usually, I try to avoid passing a farm or visiting shopping malls until at least mid October, giving us only a few weeks to collect our gobs and gobs of grinning ghouls and goblins. But this time, however, I blew it, I failed to redirect my route and unknowingly tipped off my son too soon to the coveted commencement of The Magic Season.

"CAN WE, CAN WE MOM, CAN WE GET A PUMPKIN?" Nicholas asked excitedly.

 "I'll tell you what," I said, "You have a good day at school tomorrow and we will get one."

"OK!" he said absolutely positive that he would be triumphant in earning the iconic reward.

Sure enough the next day, Nicholas behaved beautifully in school. So, it was off to the farm we went in search of the perfect pumpkin pal. He chose a small somewhat oval little friend.

At home, he carefully drew a smiling face on the front of the pumpkin and had Daddy perform the delicate seed removal operation. Nicholas carefully placed one of his thousands of candles inside the orange squash and voila...

The Magic Season has officially begun!

   I wonder if anyone has invented a pumpkin embalming kit yet for parents of children with PWS?

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1 comment:

The Henrys said...

I'm so happy for him, that he earned his pumpkin! I love his enthusiasm for fall and Halloween!

By the way, have you seen the artificial, carvable pumpkins from craft stores? You would probably have to put a flamelsee candle in it, so he may not like them as much. At least it would never get moldy! Just a thought...

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