Every holiday or celebration is now heightened to a new level. The anticipation builds inside of me like a boiling pot on the brick of spilling over. Why? Because I’m a mother and I get to experience the joy of celebrations anew. This was Athena’s first time trick or treating for Halloween. I was able to see the wonder in her eyes as she dressed in her costume, knocked on doors, received treats, and carried her pumpkin basket. Life is more beautiful just by being near her… even if she is a witch.
I put Athena’s costume on her and said, “be a scary witch”; this was her scary witch face.Personally, I think she’s the cutest, happiest witch I’ve ever seen but I might be a little biased.
As she approached the door, she let go of my hand. She wanted to do it herself. I don’t even know how she knew what to do. It’s not like we practiced it. Yet, she went up the steps and rang the doorbell. When our neighbor opened the door, she put out her pumpkin. Darren and I stood in shock. How did she know that he was going to put something in the pumpkin? How did she even know to ring the doorbell? They may seem like simple tasks but at 19 months old, and when I still see her as an infant, it’s pretty special to watch her grow into an independent girl with a personality and inquisitive nature. (Ask me again in 15 or so years when she wants the car and my ideas of independence will most certainly be very different, but for now I’m enjoying it.)
Why do we have to grow up? Why can’t every day be this exciting? People have always told me about the joys of being a parent, but they forgot to tell me that one of the greatest joys of all – getting to be a kid all over again.