Mad Scientist

I listened with compassion as my eleven-year-old son toiled over his decision to participate in Halloween trick-or-treating.  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 of dwelling in the magic and mystery of the holiday.  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.  I wished for its return.

When he announced he would portray himself as a mad scientist,  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.  We would talk about it for weeks, and spend many more preparing it.  From a ship’s captain and sagurao cactus, to a giant lego, each costume reflected his passion.  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.  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.  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.  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.  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.  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.

2 thoughts on “Mad Scientist

  1. Cherish the moments as they are only moments that fleet in time. Funny how the excitement of a holiday is ageless – even trick or treat. I bet from infant to eleven the excitement of the door opening was filled with as much joy and anticipation as that first knock.
    Sam, you approach life as priceless and cherished – therefore, all those who are with you experience the same.
    Never change…

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

*

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>