By Marion Franck, Davis, California as featured on Huffington Post Parents
I thought it was all about big boys, who should have known better, shaking me down for candy. They’d arrive in clumps, shout “trick or treat,” and shove undecorated brown paper bags in my direction. It didn’t feel right.
Then again, some things don’t make sense until you’ve lived them with your own child — and not a moment sooner.
The tale I tell today is from the year 2000, Halloween day. My 15-year-old son, a sophomore at Davis High School, comes home and says, “Mom, I have an idea.”
Then he pauses. “No, forget it.”
“Aw, come on, tell me.” My hands assume a begging position, like a squirrel hoping for a nut.
“Maybe I’ll invite some friends over this evening,” he says.
Like every mom of a young male, I’ve worried about his social skills, so this sounds good to me. I tell him “yes” but I also ask him to carve pumpkins with me before his friends show up. Never before have we carved pumpkins without his sister, who has just gone off to college. This is the third-to-last time I’ll get to do it with him.
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