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Hang onto that Magic, my girl

When you are in one of those life-moments and you actually realize it as it is happening, it is as startling as splashing your face with cold water right after you roll out of bed in the morning.

My older daughter, up until a few days ago, was on the fence about trick-or-treating this year.

“What??” thinks me, who loves all-things-Halloween something…spooky.

She is in 8th grade, so I get it but for some reason, I didn’t think about it coming to an end This Very Year. The dances at school are no longer cool to attend and get this…I went to Bingo at her school last week because I had volunteered to do so and did so alone; daughter went to a friend’s house to hang out. It had not even occurred to me that she wouldn’t go, but sure enough, only a few 8th graders attended. So, I got my Bingo on, served my volunteerly duties and chuckled to myself the whole night about this. Needless to say, I have strongly suggested to her that she’ll be helping with the Election Day bake sale that I’m baking for and working at on Election day at her school (which is a polling place). She rolled her eyes a bit but as I went to Bingo myself, she didn’t really have a leg to stand on…S-C-O-R-E one for M-O-M. Bingo!

But trick-or-treating?! My kids are supposed to stay my sweet little babies forever, right? Not very long ago they were wearing little bumble bee and wee ladybug costumes and trick-or-treating at a mere four houses tuckered them out (the upside to more houses now…more candy for Mom and Dad to pilfer). What’s this growing up business?  The notion of possibly not going trick-or-treating with my older daughter was actually disturbing to me. I don’t really remember ending these Halloween activities myself as a kid, but obviously I did since you don’t see me ringing door bells in the hopes of scoring handfuls of Reese’s peanut butter cups. Now I simply steal them from my children. When you are the kid,  the “milestones” just sort of slide by you…but holy moly, when you are the adult, it’s a whole other ballgame. You not only notice them but will remember it for as long as you live. You will remember the year that trick-ir-treating was not greeted with unbridled enthusiasm and giddy excitement but with hesitation.

I think I have convinced my daughter to squeeze out one more year. I only did so because I knew part of her still wanted to do it but part of her was struggling to be The 8th Grader. Next year, as a *gulp* high school freshman, this won’t be happening, of that I’m pretty darned sure, so why not grab for the candy-coated brass ring one more time?

Go ahead, my girl, have one more year of being a true kid…then in about 30 years, you can be a kid again with your little bumble bees and ladybugs. You realize that I am sniffling as I type this, don’t you?

Keep that magic twinkling and sparkling for as long as you possibly can….don’t waste it…don’t wish it away for one second faster than you have to….there’s plenty of time to be a responsible adult. Or at least, one that throws crazy-big costumed Halloween parties and exalts in dressing up in costume all over again. See? Life really does come full circle.

*gulp*

Some hand me a Reese’s. Stat.

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One thought on “Hang onto that Magic, my girl

  1. Tears of joy and sadness on my face as I type this. We hit our year 2 years ago with our oldest. And out of nowhere this year, my middle one went to a friends house to hang out. My little cutie pie is left and I took great pride in walking her around our neighborhood. But found myself telling our neighbors and friends, nope the boys aren’t with us this year. I pray for a few more with my daughter.

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