So...the kid went to her first Halloween party, invited by her good friend A, who just broke her ankle and is on crutches. She was ecstatic, and really happy to help her chug along, offering to hold her bag.
Things went well, she had fun, sprained her wrist (I think), thinking kids were going up a ramp ("they went so fast!!") instead of stairs. Came home glowing, with a LOT of reeeally good candy (every good parent checks
), got her iced, bandaged, ibuprofened and kissed. Lights out.
Ten minutes later she was crying in my room, telling me she wished she had just gone trick-or-treating with me, and she didn't know it was going to be THAT different.
Had a lesson on the phrase "The grass is greener on the other side", explained to her the previous glow, told her how change is hard, explained how it was hard for me to let her go, but it needed to be done. She wanted to go, I let her. Told her I thought she wanted to do both- grow, and let her mommy take her trick-or-treating. She agreed. Told her it wasn't happening.
She had a blast. There's no sense in crying.
For either of us.
But yeesh, it's hard! And I'm sure there are going to be a lot of other situations where this is going to be the case. And hopefully I'm not doing her wrong by showing her my side. That was just totally unexpected. And very, very ...real.
It would be cool to write that I didn't spend the 4 hours she was gone obsessing over this stuff. That I spent my Halloween at some crazy party, or with my husband, teaching him the perks of being married to SuperGirl.
But apparently, Halloween is Saturday night at MY house this year. lol.