Halloween is always interesting. Part of me wishes we didn't live in such an isolated society where it is only "normal" to walk up and knock on your neighbor's door one day a year. I'm guessing most of the people that stood in my driveway today live within a few hundred yards of my house. Yet this is probably the only time this year that I'll notice them. And it is only for a brief moment.
I had around 40-50 trick-or-treaters tonight. Many adorable 8-year-olds whose eyes lit up as I dropped Laffy Taffy and Twix bars into their bags. I had the usual number of teenagers that barely were wearing any sort of costume. I tried to not get mad at them. I remember that time when I was too old to trick-or-treat but still really wanted to. Maybe it is OK that they are hanging on to childhood.
One couple pushed their wheel-chair bound son up to my door. I think he was asleep in his cute Tiger costume. But I loved that they were out as a family celebrating this experience together.
But I think my favorite trick-or-treaters this year were a man and his infant son. Not that I had any more time with them than anyone else that came to my door. But I thought it was so sweet that this man was out taking his less than a year old son door-to-door collecting candy. Of course the kid had no idea what was going on and probably couldn't care less. Maybe this was just an opportunistic parent who had a craving for Kit Kats. But what I think I saw was a new dad who is so excited about being a father that he wants to experience every facet of daddydom right away. I wonder how long he has waited for this child he proudly paraded around the neighborhood. Or maybe this little one is a blessing he never thought much about until the arrival day came. Now he can't get enough of being a dad. Whatever the story I smiled as I watched him walk down the driveway bonding with his little bundle of pride.
Maybe we should dress up and notice each other every day.















