Different. And that’s not a bad thing.
Mallory had a late class and Mr. G was out of town. So it was just me, my three youngest, and close family friends shuffling up and down our neighborhood blocks. The boys decided they had enough candy after four blocks and ran back home to quickly devour their score. Emily had plans with her friends so the sooner she could ditch us the better for her. As for me, I’m still experiencing those “first times”, and this Halloween marked the first time I didn’t have all kids present physically and my girls were too “old” to dress up and play along for their brothers. Sigh…these kids are growing too fast and I don’t like admitting that I feel old. It’s just another testament that my kids have run past me. Away from me. There’s no catching up, so I have to learn to let go and embrace the different.
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