Halloween Twist

Max, Sarah and baby Nolan trick-or-treat


We passed a milestone last night, which I was well aware of, but it still made me feel a bit sad. Our son and his new wife and our first little grandson came to our house to trick-or-treat.

No longer are we the young parents with kids in costumes and bassett hound on a leash, walking the neighborhood in the dark, collecting candy and saying hello to all the neighbors we don't usually have a chance to speak to the rest of the year.

Now we sit at home waiting.

Waiting for trick-or-treaters, who have not come in our neighborhood since our own children have grown up. Each year I buy candy, just in case, but there it sits for want of a tiny ghoul.

Waiting for our grandchild, who came late, after they had spent time with friends. Who came tired and ready to go home .... a mercy visit to grandparents who just wanted a few pictures, who just wanted a touch of that magical night that was such a a big part of our lives while the kids were young.

It's a twist, a handing off of the baton, and once again we are on the sidelines watching as our children move forward.