There is something so magical about childhood, as they get ready to go out, as the anticipation amps itself up and the thrill of being outside on the dark streets comes to it’s brimming head I can distinctly remember what that feeling was like. Then the return; when you get to show mum all that loot! The inevitable ‘sorting’ of the candy where in our house we check for all the scary things my parents used to check for but also for any peanut treat. (Sometimes when it’s something Mama really likes she finds things on the label written in invisible ink – glad he can’t read yet). It works in our favour that Tim and I are known to take a week holiday to ourselves following halloween so all those peanut butter cups manage to find a home in our suit case.
This year as I watched their rosy cheeks return, when they picked up their over flowing bag and tried to hug it to themselves because it was so heavy I was overcome with how fleeting this thing called childhood is. The little lady I talked about, the only one in a group of four boys, looks so much older this year, Josh too is getting so tall and grown up. It’s hard, when you are in the thick of it with them to stop and appreciate the moment for what it is. It’s hard to watch the chaos and not sit in it for a few seconds and just enjoy it. It’s life’s fluidity I guess but it seems like only yesterday that I was the rosy cheek little girl clinging to my own over stuffed bag of candy waiting for my Dad to remove ‘dangerous’ items that he would sacrifice himself for me and eat on my behalf.
May you each have a really wonderful November and try to pause the chaos long enough to enjoy it for what it is… a very precious memory.