I listened with compassion as myÂ eleven-year-old son toiled over his decision to participate in Halloween trick-or-treating.Â I realize it’s confusing to be in the sixth grade and question if you’re too old for treats, but still too young for tricks, but deep down I wished this juncture could be prolonged.
Instead of worry, I wished for him the comfort ofÂ dwelling in the magic and mystery of the holiday.Â I longed for the time when his imagination could take him to a fantasy land where he simply asked for — and received — the treats of the day. His imagination lived on but it seems his idea of fantasy was slowly diminishing.Â I wished for its return.
When he announced he would portray himself as a mad scientist,Â a costume befitting his scientific passion, my heart silently leaped for joy while my mind wandered back to each Halloween, and each Halloween costume.
Our tradition was to make a costume each year, instead of purchase one.Â We would talk about it for weeks, and spend many more preparing it.Â From a ship’s captain and sagurao cactus, to a giant lego, each costume reflected his passion.Â I wished for the luxury of time.
This year as he morphed into character, I savored the moment and wished for a special evening with my son.
We marched from house to house and collected the goods with the realization that this was likely his last year.Â I can’t say I was sad, but I wished for time to stand still. At that moment, I glanced up at the night sky and witnessed a shooting star.Â The timing was impeccable and it struck me that it was perhaps a message from above to stop wishing and start seeing.
That’s what I did.
I saw my son smile and laugh.Â I saw him leave behind the pressure of his sixth grade dilemma and run and dwell once more in the innocence of his youth. I saw him act out his character and entertain the givers at each door.Â I saw him count his candy and share his happiness with others.
I gave thanks that evening for the joy of being alive and being a mom.Â I was grateful for the message of the shooting star and realized each moment is a treat if we are not tricked into wishing for something different.
My wish is that you see it, too.