I love Halloween. I’m a big fan of dressing up, all the fun decorations, carving pumpkins, and of course all the candy. I’m such a sucker for candy. Definitely have one heck of a sweet tooth. Taking my kids trick-or-treating is hands down my favorite part. They’re always so happy and they have so much fun.
The other day I was reminiscing about the last time I went trick-or-treating. I was 16 and coincidentally pregnant with my son. Don’t judge me, I was in it for the candy. I went with a group of friends dressed as a dead person, zombie, whatever. I don’t really remember except I was wearing a dress and face paint. Looking back now it seems crazy and maybe I shouldn’t have went. I just wanted to have fun though and i did. I didn’t know it would be my last Halloween and to be honest I never really thought about it. At the time I still felt like a kid. I wanted to go trick-or-treating, dress up, and have all the fun.
What made me start reminiscing was my son. He went trick-or-treating with my daughter and I last year while my husband stayed home to hand out candy. The last 2 years he hasn’t dressed up much other than a mask, which is completely okay. Which meant that the time has finally come. This year he told me he doesn’t want to go trick-or-treating. He just wants to stay home and hand out canady. That could change, but it’s a bittersweet moment for me.
He went from dressing up in all these cute costumes over the years to just wearing a mask. I guess his lack of wanting to dress up and his age should have been an indicator that the time was coming. The time of trick-or-treating is over. It makes me sad. I know we have to let our kids grow up, but the little things really get you sometimes. Now I’m realizing the time or trick-or-treating with my daughter is short. It’s a weird feeling. You’re happy and sad at the same time. I’ll get over it and of course it’s not a big deal, but it also is.
Watching our kids grow up is a beautiful, sad, happy, messy thing. We often take for granted the little things we do day in and day out that seem so small, until we no longer have those moments. I wish I would have known last year was the last year. I went from trick-or-treating myself to taking my son trick-or-treating. Now that’s over. 14 years trick-or-treating with him and now he’s too grown up to go. It’s all so bittersweet, but that’s life. They grow and they move on from the things that no longer suit them.