05 November 2007
My First Halloween
As I sat in a chair in the front room, I could hear the neighborhood kids screaming around the streets. Shouts of "trick-or-treat", "hey guys, wait for me", shrieks of joy, and the appropriate screams of terror, were floating in through the window. The smiles on the kids faces, the fun of showing up at a random stranger's house and getting a piece of candy... it's all so very endearing, and nostalgic.
The other side of it was that it all made me generally sad. The ShortBus was with his dad for Halloween, and though I knew he was having tons of fun running around with his neighborhood 'gang' (four of them... all between two and 4 years old.. yes, they are bad-ass), I couldn't help welling up a tear at the three-ish old Robin Hood that rang the bell. I was really sad that I wasn't spending the evening with my boy.
I knew I was going to miss him.
It was a tough night, but because the interwebs were broken at my house, and I was on candy duty, I did plenty of writing. And, I suppose that was the silver lining.
*picture from halloween 2005*