Times are changing
You know what my least favorite holiday is?... Halloween... It's because of the candy. The sugar high. The constant asking for more junk. The candy. If you took the other 364 days and smushed them together my kids still wouldn't have had as much candy as they collect on this day.
2016 |
With that said there are some things I really do love about his day. I love watching families come together and PLAY TOGETHER. I love seeing how creative people are. I love that my kids get to walk up to strangers and interact in a way that isn't intimidating for anyone. But this year as we get ready to venture out into the pouring rain my biggest boy isn't coming. This year he's bowing out. About a week ago he said, "You know Ma someday I'll be too old for trick-or-treating. I'm not sure I want to go this year."
2017 |
Back in the spring when he made my gym shoes his own I started noticing that he walks a little taller, that he would rather hang with us adults then play with the kids. I've seen him begin to struggle into his own person, as he learns to think for himself, not just doing what he's told because he's told to do it. These little hints have shown me that this boy who birthed me into a Momma is about to birth me into the teenage years. So I wasn't too surprised we he went off to work with the men because, "Someday that farm is going to be mine. I need to put time and care into it." Everyday this week I gave him the option to change his mind, but he chose work over play. I love him.
2018-Decoding secret messages. |
Here's to my first Halloween without him, as I begin to prep my heart for the teen years.
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