{"id":41,"date":"2024-10-30T13:51:32","date_gmt":"2024-10-30T13:51:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/?p=41"},"modified":"2024-10-30T13:51:34","modified_gmt":"2024-10-30T13:51:34","slug":"some-people-take-halloween-decorations-to-a-whole-other-level","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/archives\/41","title":{"rendered":"Some people take Halloween decorations to a whole other level\u2026"},"content":{"rendered":"
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When my wife saw the scarves she had lovingly knitted for our son on a scarecrow in his yard, her heartbreak was palpable. I knew I couldn\u2019t just let it go, so I came up with a plan that would turn this painful moment into something meaningful for all of us.\n

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It was a calm, sunny day in the neighborhood. My wife, Lauren, and I were taking our usual walk, holding hands and talking about nothing in particular. The sun was warm on our backs, and the air smelled like freshly cut grass. We were happy, content. But that changed when we passed our son\u2019s house.\n

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She stopped so suddenly that I nearly stumbled. I followed her gaze and saw it: a scarecrow standing awkwardly in their yard. It wasn\u2019t the scarecrow itself that made her stop. It was the scarves draped around its neck and arms.\n\n

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My heart sank. The scarves she had spent hours knitting, each stitch full of love, now hanging on that ugly thing, left outside like they were nothing.\n\n

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\u201cThose are the scarves you made,\u201d I said softly, not sure what else to say.\n

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She nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. \u201cI guess they didn\u2019t need them.\u201d\n\n

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Her voice was small, like she was trying to convince herself it didn\u2019t matter. But I knew it did. I still remembered the countless evenings she had spent knitting those scarves.\n

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\u201cI want to get them just right,\u201d she\u2019d say, her brow furrowed in concentration. \u201cBlue and gray for Johnny, because he likes those colors. And a soft pink for Emma. She always said she wished she had something in pink.\u201d\n\n

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She had been so happy, so excited to give them the scarves for Christmas. She even wrapped them in pretty paper and tied them with little ribbons. I remember the look on her face when they opened them. Her eyes were shining, waiting for their reaction.\n

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\u201cThank you, Mom,\u201d Johnny had said, giving her a quick hug. \u201cThey\u2019re nice.\u201d\n\n

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Emma had just smiled politely and said, \u201cThanks.\u201d They had seemed distracted, not paying much attention to the gifts. But my wife didn\u2019t seem to notice. She was just happy they said thank you.\n\n

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Now, standing in front of that scarecrow, I could see her heart breaking all over again. \u201cIt\u2019s okay\u2026 they probably didn\u2019t like them anyway,\u201d she repeated, blinking back tears. I felt a hot surge of anger rise up inside me. How could they be so thoughtless? She put so much love and care into those scarves, and they just threw them out like trash.\n\n

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\u201cDo you want to say something?\u201d I asked, knowing she\u2019d never agree.\n\n

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She shook her head. \u201cNo, no. It\u2019s fine. Let\u2019s just go home.\u201d\n\n

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We walked back in silence, the sunshine suddenly feeling too bright, the air too heavy. I wanted to do something, anything, to make this right. But what could I do? I knew she wouldn\u2019t want me to cause a scene. She was always the forgiving one, always trying to see the good in people, even when they hurt her.\n\n

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That night, I couldn\u2019t stop thinking about the look on her face. I tried to let it go, but it gnawed at me. Finally, I decided I had to call our daughter-in-law. I dialed the number, my hands shaking with anger and frustration.\n\n

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\u201cHi, Mr. Jones,\u201d she answered cheerfully, completely unaware of the storm brewing in my chest.\n\n

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\u201cHi, Emma. I just wanted to ask you something. Those scarves Lauren made\u2026 why are they on the scarecrow?\u201d I tried to keep my voice steady, but I could hear the edge in it.\n\n

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There was a pause. Then she laughed a little. \u201cOh, those old things? They\u2019re kind of out of style now, but they\u2019re good enough for the scarecrow.\u201d\n\n

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I felt my blood boil. \u201cGood enough for a scarecrow?\u201d I repeated slowly, disbelief lacing my words.\n\n

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\u201cThey\u2019re just scarves,\u201d she said, now sounding slightly annoyed. \u201cWhat\u2019s the big deal?\u201d\n\n

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I took a deep breath, my heart aching for my wife. I wanted to shout at her, to make her understand how much those scarves meant. But I knew it wouldn\u2019t change anything. She didn\u2019t get it, and she never would.\n\n

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\u201cNever mind,\u201d I said finally, forcing myself to keep calm. \u201cI just\u2026 never mind.\u201d\n\n

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I spent the next few days replaying that phone call over and over in my head. Part of me wanted to confront our son, make him understand how hurtful they had been. I imagined myself storming into their house at the next family dinner, throwing my anger at them like a fistful of stones. But I knew my wife would be mortified.\n\n

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One evening, as I watched her knitting a new project in her chair, it hit me. Her face was peaceful, focused, happy even. She loved creating things for her family. Maybe I couldn\u2019t change how our kids felt, but I could still make her feel appreciated.\n\n

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That\u2019s when the idea came to me: I\u2019d get the grandkids involved. I\u2019d make sure those scarves meant something again.\n\n

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I made sure we arrived early for Friday dinner. \u201cI\u2019ll keep the kids out of your hair while you cook,\u201d I told Emma as we walked through the door. She looked a little surprised but shrugged. \u201cThanks, Mr. Jones.\u201d\n\n

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I found the grandkids playing in the living room. \u201cHey, guys,\u201d I said, clapping my hands to get their attention. \u201cHow about we go outside for a bit? I\u2019ve got a special project I need your help with.\u201d\n\n

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Their eyes lit up. \u201cWhat is it, Grandpa?\u201d little Annie asked, her pigtails bouncing as she jumped up.\n\n

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\u201cWell,\u201d I said, keeping my voice low and conspiratorial, \u201cwe\u2019re going to build a whole family of scarecrows. One for each of us. How does that sound?\u201d\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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