Thursday, November 01, 2007
Life Changes As They Get Older. Mine, I Mean.
My little boy said "Trick-or-Treat" and "Thank you" like a trouper last night. He still held my hand and I had to carry him home. Fantastic. It'll last a little longer, and I'm glad for it. You're always proud and pleased every time you notice some advance in the sophistication and intellect of your children, but it's a hard heart that doesn't mourn the passing of the infantile coo and the bouncy coltish gait.
My older son ran around in a pack of pre-teens like hundred pound locusts, and I'm sure he'll be be too old to Trick-or-Treat next year; a portent of things to come for me. But then again, things have already changed around here. Before he went to bed last night, he looked at me and said: " I read your blog. Leave my candy alone."