It seems like you wake up one day and the kids are grown and everything changes.
I realized the other night that this will be the first year that we (Larry and I) will not be taking all three of our little children out Trick-Or-Treating. Jennifer was invited to a Halloween party that I will take her to and stay at; Josh does not want to go Trick-Or-Treating and will stay home and hand out candy ("I'm not going to hand out the chocolate candy, mom. I'm going to save those for me!" Lord, help me. This is how my son thinks. Nice); and Harrison is going to Trick-Or-Treat with his best friend, Zach.
I guess I'm sorta okay with this development if it didn't dawn on me that LAST year was our last year and I missed it. The kids went out with family friends as a group and the adults went back to the house to drink wine. Now I regret not being with ALL THREE of them to do the whole walk-the-neighborhood Trick-Or-Treat.
Okay, I cried a little with that same sinking feeling you get when you realize you forgot to pick up your kid from school and you are now twenty minutes late and you are across town and hitting every red light and behind everyone going under the speed limit.
Oh sure, I got photos of the group in the middle of the street before they set off alone but it isn't the same.
Boo. I'm sad as I realize that this is the beginning of the end for taking my children, all of them, out Trick-Or-Treating which also means more change is on its way. Damn.
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