Autumn Reflections: Embracing Change and Cherishing Moments

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As I prepare to stow away our summer memories in a clear, plastic box that fits neatly atop our Ikea wardrobe, I can’t help but feel a mix of nostalgia and anticipation. The wardrobe, with its neatly folded scarves and freshly unpacked sweaters, feels as pristine as the day my partner assembled it. We moved to this city in the spring, a time of renewal. Now, autumn ushers in a different kind of fresh start: the return of school, the crispness in the air, and the vibrant energy that fills the streets as people flock back to their routines, local cafes, and their own seasonal wardrobes.

Having moved from sunny San Diego, I often envision New York City as the backdrop of a classic film, painted in hues of gold and crimson. It reminds me of my first days at university, wrapped in a cozy cable knit sweater, as the days grew shorter and the city lit up with festive cheer. Autumn, with its football games, early sunsets, and flickering candles, has always stirred a sense of excitement in me. Yet, this year feels different; the chill in the air brings not just change but a heavy heart.

As poets often lament, autumn can symbolize a descent into darkness, a reflection of our fears and losses. My mother’s health has been declining, a reality I can no longer ignore. She has battled dementia for some time, a condition that began with a stroke years ago. I still remember the autumn of 2009 when she lay in the ICU while I struggled through Thanksgiving alone, compelled to stay by her side despite the chaos around me. Her favorite season, now clouded by uncertainty, feels bittersweet.

In the hospital, I held onto hope, recalling the plans we made for future autumn adventures—the origami holiday tree at the Museum of Natural History, and the skating rink at Rockefeller Center where she once dazzled audiences. But this year, she’s lost touch with the season. Panic has begun to creep in, and I’ve had to advocate for her comfort in ways I never imagined.

As my daughter approaches her third birthday this November, I’m reminded of the delicate balance of parenting. Children experience phases of harmony and disequilibrium, and lately, my little one has been testing boundaries, displaying traits that are all too familiar to parents everywhere. Despite the challenges, her laughter and energy remind me of my own mother as a child—always on the move, full of life, and sometimes a handful.

The seasons of my relationship with my mother seem to have reached a standstill. While she is still with us physically, the emotional connection feels tenuous, reduced to moments of maintenance. I yearn for the days when she would help me prepare for school or remember my daughter’s name. Now, I find solace in the simple joys of parenting, reading bedtime stories, and creating cherished memories with my daughter.

I strive to instill in her the joys of autumn, a season that was once filled with vibrant experiences. The twinkling lights, the festive decorations, and the warmth of family gatherings are what I want her to remember. I won’t let this year’s challenges darken the beauty of the season. We will dance in our living room, savor cozy evenings, and celebrate the arrival of fall together.

When the time comes for my mother to depart this world, I will make it a point to celebrate autumn as a time of joy, just as she did. I’ll tell my daughter about her grandmother’s love for this season, about the beauty it holds. Because as we embrace the joys and challenges of life, it’s essential to remember the love passed down through generations.

This was her season. She shared it with me. Now, I pass it on to you.

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In summary, while I navigate the complexities of motherhood and the emotional weight of my mother’s illness, I aim to cherish every moment with my daughter. The beauty of autumn remains a symbol of love and legacy, a reminder that even in the face of loss, we can find joy and connection through the seasons of life.


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