So, it’s Halloween. It’s pouring rain today so trick or treating was moved to last night for our parish. The girls dressed as Elsa, Cinderella, and Rapunzel. Tinkerbell and Ariel waited in the closet but missed out on the fun and weren’t needed for backup. Everyone fit fine without too many itchies or complaints.
Today, none of the girls wanted breakfast, or lunch, or supper for that matter. The garbage cans have had a steady supply of candy wrappers so I haven’t worried that this was anything to worry about. Nobody needed a temp taken or any tummy medicine. I have refrained from fussing. I have learned a few things about this ever so hard parenting gig over the years.
The most important one…..it doesn’t last long. All of the special moments are just that. They are but a moment, a second, a memory if you can capture them somehow to remind yourself of the event. Even though I know these things, I press on at a hurried pace through this mere blink.
I was tagged on facebook today by a friend who has a son the same age as Haigan. She hosted Halloween parties for years for their little group of friends. She had posted a picture of the group ready to trick or treat from six years ago. They were tiny….and excited. I faintly remembered what child might be mine as I looked over the masks and group of characters. Recognizing his shoes, I spotted my skeleton. As I sit typing, this same little boy is off to a party with friends. He just texted that he was safely there. Thank you, Lord.
As I rehung costumes today, I saw a tiny jack o lantern suit in the corner. I have had it for 20 years since Holton wore it for Halloween. It feels as though I excitedly ordered that twelve month size pumpkin suit yesterday. But…..he is at his own house tonight. I’ve tried luring him over with food and sweet tea. He says he may be able to come by tomorrow.
So…….. Let there be candy for every meal tomorrow. It really won’t matter at all.