Halloween 2013 in my home was greeted with a nearly sixteen year old, a thirteen year old (who looks sixteen) and a five year old. Halloween is great fun in our family, as it is my favorite and we cover much of the inside of our residence with a variety of decorations to reflect the season.
Our fall was so overly packed with extra-curricular activities and an international wedding, that it was October 28th before it dawned on me we had yet to get costumes. We were one of those – the cluster of people in the local Halloween store the night before the event itself. My usually organized self has been way behind the eight ball these past few months.
Throughout the store, all three of my children were oohing, ahhing, laughing and being grossed out by the left-over, picked through assortment of costumes remaining. Wait, a minute.....what? A thought crossed my mind: are my oldest two children too old to partake in the candy mooching this year?
A sophomore in high school and her brother, who in 7th grade is climbing just shy of six feet tall and sprouting facial hair.
No. No, they are not.
I used the excuse that we were going to our old neighborhood for Trick-or-Treating, therefore, they both could “get away” with walking the streets and collecting candy. You see, it was not about the candy collection for my kids. Honestly. As I watched my children pick their respective costumes, their eyes were lit up with that innocent child-like behavior. I understand this joy as their own Momma loves the excuse to dress up as something we would otherwise never be. I watched the exuberance come from their bedrooms as they slid the polyester over their growing bodies. I reveled in the laughter as they checked one another out and tried to decide what the orange skin-suit on my newly minted teenage boy really made him look like.
As we watched the collections of kids that made their rounds through the neighborhood last night, I realized that my children are not too old. I will not tell them they cannot trick-or-treat. I will respect them when they decide they have outgrown the custom, but I will not issue a cease and desist.
Life goes by way too fast as it is, why should we encourage our young ones to stop doing something they enjoy? Should this not apply to us adults as well?
Lately, I find myself saying certain behaviors of mine or certain actions of mine are perchance unbecoming of someone about to be my age (that fortieth birthday is looming just over the horizon). However, upon a moment of consideration, I realize if it’s something I enjoy who says I should stop doing it?
Are we so caught up in our adult-hood that we are missing out on the very moments that we enjoy, that keep us young at heart and bring grins to our faces?
So what that those awesome Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle knee socks are marketed towards kids/tweens/teens – I like them! Michelangelo was my favorite (yes, because he was orange) and I want a pair!
Who cares if snow angels were meant for over-bundled little kids who fall and cannot get up? The world needs life-sized angels, too!
Tell me you do not enjoy trying to count how many licks a Tootsie Pop takes! (*I lose count after three…)
Does it matter if during a long run, a particular song just forces you to break out into a little jiggity-jig in your pace down Pleasant Street? Maybe that passerby just needs a little giggle/smile today after your running bust a move!
Speaking of a run, experiencing the Electric Run (a 5k “race” throughout Gillette Stadium) wearing loads of glowing things: glow sticks, glow necklaces, glow bracelets, glowing fiber optic mohawks, and more affirmed for me that no one is ever too old for fun.
Never ever too old for fun.
There has got to be something you enjoy that is perhaps not age-appropriate...so tell me....what is it?
Disclaimer: Yes, I did, in fact, try on my son’s orange skin suit. No, it was not the least bit flattering (when is spandex EVER?) but the ensuing laughter from each respective member of my family made me consider going Trick-or-Treating myself next year (no, I will not but the thought was fun).