I am not a big fan of Halloween. Let me back up a step or two…I am not a big fan of being frightened. Therefore, Halloween is not my favorite day of the year. It is for my children. Especially for my eight year old. This year he was invited to go trick-or-treating with a friend in the neighborhood.
Of course, I was overcome with a healthy dose of fear and anxiety of letting him go with someone other than me. Every scenario that I imagined could happen sped through my mind like a high speed rail. Panic set in and I didn’t know how to answer his pleas to go with his friend. I consulted with dear hubby. He seemed a little less panicked than I. Typical. So, I leaned on him and replied “yes”.
The little boy’s mom and I discussed that my son would need to stay with her as he was not familiar with the neighborhood they would be visiting. She was reassuring. I gave him a very stern set of instructions to keep close and pay attention to his surroundings. He was also instructed to not partake of too many goodies so that I could perform an adequate safety check once he returned.
With not more than two bats of an eyelid, he was gone. Off to enjoy one of his favorite days of the year. Without me. I am not a big fan of Halloween. Let me back up a step or two … I am not a big fan of the fear, panic and anxiety that comes with watching as my son grows up and finds some independence.
