Tonight my kids will dress up and go out like so many legions of little goblins, Mario bros. characters and Disney princesses. This year I will probably be the one at home handing the surprises out to those who venture to our door.
Kindersurprises this year will be a big hit, I imagine.
But this year I can’t help thinking where has the time gone? I also can’t help remembering Halloween adventures in the past.
My kids are now ten and seven. I love them madly still – most of the time – even when girly girl actress daughter is trying on teenage snark for size. But I can’t help thinking this year the magic is waning more than a bit. My memories of Halloweens gone by are precious. Well most years.
No, not the year I had pneumonia and walked them door to door with the sweats and shakes (In retrospect that was probably dumb). Or the year swine flu left us all flat on our backs. Well for sure those were memorable years. Maybe not magical. But today as I am watching the chatter build on twitter about the precious tiny preschoolers and kindergarten tots getting so excited, I remember that there was a year when this was all new. And in its newness it was magic. I hope I will always remember those Halloweens.
The very first year with our baby girl when she wore a tiny little elephant to Gymboree. Then the first year my oldest dressed up as a pretty pink princess. (I was taken aback, because I am not a frilly pink Mommy who builds princess fantasies) or the first year she realized people were giving her food. Glorious food. Manna from the neighbours. OMG she was blown over and so giddy she thought she would stop after each new treat and try to eat it right there. (Of course I ended that. Safety first!) I will never forget that look on her face. OMG they are giving me food, it said. This is better than Christmas! Funny Kids. Then the years that we pulled them both in a wagon. And the little dolly, my youngest now seven, would bolt from the wagon and scare the life right out of Mom or Dad. Or when she, youngest with sensory processing disorder, would cower as we passed the house with the gothic sconces that up until last year made her shake in terror. And one year my beautiful princess tripped and got a tiny smudge on her gorgeous pink confection and that was it – raging drama queen that she is- had a full on tantrum “This is the worst night ever!” Because everything with that child has always been the Best Day in the World or The Worst Day Ever. And we sat on a curb and chatted about how we keep right on going when we get a small smudge on our outfit, otherwise known as Mommy speech number 25: Or When life hands you lemons, make lemonade.
So Many Moments of Magic
Magic. Magic and more magic. Now that they are ten and seven the whole event is simply a bit less magical than it once was. I am sure there will still be speeches and moments, and there will be pictures, oh yes, pictures.
Maybe it’s Photos that Tie the Moments Together
But I was thinking about all this and contemplating how to write a post I have due and it dawned on me that the strand that ties these moments of magic together is pictures. Whether they are in your head or on your Nikon camera, we can celebrate moments that fly too fast with pictures. Now you can also commemorate them on Facebook with a new Kinder Moments App. Take a picture and dress it up. My Kinder Moments.
In the process you can win yourself a $500 Cash card for a new wardrobe. Head over and Have some fun. And don’t forget to treasure the little moments, play, make magic and always give them hugs!
The process is simple. Head over to Facebook and Like Kinder Canada, if you haven’t already done so. Then on the side of the Kinder Canada site you should see a button that says Kinder Moments. Stop and check out the variety of frames, then upload a picture of your own for the album on Kinder Canada and make a picture.
Disclosure: I have been chosen to participate in the Kinder Mom programs with Kindersurprise and Mom Central Canada. I am not paid to post this, but I receive special perks as part of my affiliation with these two organizations. My opinions are my own.