It feels like the end of an era.
My son this year declared that he wasn’t dressing up for Halloween. Nor was he going to go trick-or-treating.
It makes me sad. First, for the simple fact that I thought I had taught him better – never pass up free food!
Beyond that, is the fact that my “baby” is growing up. It really seems hard to believe. To me, it still feels like he should be six or seven.
But he’s not. Not even close. It’s like I tell people sometimes, he’s like raising a 30-year old. He’s very responsible – not only for someone his age, but for someone my age.
Plus, he’s usually on the serious side. Sure, he likes to goof around and have fun. But his normal manner is on the serious side. For instance, this morning he didn’t want to go to school because his class was going to have a substitute. Subs make him mad, he said. When I asked him why that was a problem, he explained because last time they had a substitute, he got mad because the sub wouldn’t listen when my son tried to explain to her what the class was supposed to be doing.
I can’t say I’m completely surprised. He was never crazy about Halloween. When we would go trick-or-treating, he would be ready to quit after about two blocks. When I was a kid, I wanted to keep going until I needed a wheelbarrow to carry all my candy.
He does like the candy – that’s one thing that won’t ever change. But another childhood tradition will be replaced this year by a yet unnamed (and at the moment, what seems a less fun) activity.
Unfortunately, that’s not a trick.