It’s Fall Fair weekend! And it’s not raining. The kids and I spent Wednesday getting entries ready for the baking and crafts exhibits, and so on Friday after the parade, we stampeded down to the fairgrounds to see if we’d won anything.
Scooter was delighted to win first place for her blueberry muffins.
While Sassy’s fudge didn’t place, she did take home several ribbons, including a first for her drawing, and several seconds, for her wild berry collection, wildflower bouquet and embroidery.
Wecco had entered a Lego creation, and after trying to convince me to enter a Lego car made by a friend, and then spending the next two days asking when he was going to get his Lego back, I think I deserved the first place ribbon!
I had entered a few things and was pleased to take home some prize money including a rosette for my bread. My family has always prided ourselves on our bread and bun baking skills, so I would have been ashamed not to! I didn’t enter any watercolour paintings, since I consider that to be my profession, but I entered some mixed media canvases and papercrafts in the arts & crafts categories and never got better than second place. That made me laugh a little, both at myself for expecting to triumph and at the unpredictable preferences of judges.
The kids were thrilled to take home some prize money, and we talked a little about how it seemed like the stuff we worked the hardest on were the items that won prizes – and how even when they didn’t, if we’d done our best we could still be proud of ourselves and our work.
After the exhibits were duly seen, we walked over to the Midway and each child chose a ride to enjoy. Scooter was brave enough to ride the YoYo by herself:
And Sassy chose the tamer Bumblebee:
Wecco got a glimpse of Convoy Race and was determined that he would ride one of the motorbikes. I pointed out that it didn’t look like it went very fast at all (even for a five-year-old) but he insisted, so we bought the right amount of tickets. Turns out he’s too tall for it by about two inches. Oh, he was destroyed. Wouldn’t ride on anything else, and finally he chose to play the fish pond where he won a small stuffed duck.
Scooter was very quiet on the way home, and went straight to her bed instead of joining us for a popsicle. When I went to talk to her, she was upset because she didn’t get a stuffie too. Usually, I get frustrated with this kind of ungrateful attitude. Here we’d spent the morning watching a parade and collecting candy, then lunch with family in town, then winning prizes at the fair and riding rides! I question my example when the kids are so quick to complain after enjoying fun and treats. I wonder if we’re spoiling them. And I usually, exasperated, say something like, “Look at everything else you did today! Why can’t you be thankful for all of that?!” To which they always answer, “Yeah, but…”
But sitting with Scooter, I thought about how she’s just like me. And so instead of a lecture, she and I talked about how frustrating it is that one negative thought can crowd out all the good ones, and why is that? And how this is why God tells us in His Word that we need to train our minds to think on the good. It is so encouraging when I feel the Holy Spirit guiding me as a mom, and I need to remember that even when I don’t feel “inspired” in how I handle different issues, He is at work in my children’s lives. I know that this conversation with Scooter was one that had an impact – sharing my own frustration and struggle with the same issue helped her to know I’m on her side, and that made it easier for her to listen to my guidance. And then we had a popsicle.