This year you didn't want to carve pumpkins with me, but you went to three haunted houses. You didn't want to watch Hocus Pocus with me, but you bought The Purge. You don't want to trick or treat with me, but you want to go with your friends. You also told me it was your last year trick or treating.
This year, I am asking you to bear with me. This year, is hard for me.
When I look at you, I still see you dressed up as a pumpkin when you were just a couple months old.
I remember every Halloween costume you have ever worn and how cute you were in every single one of them.
I remember the first year you were old enough to go trick or treating and how excited you were to knock on people's doors.
I remember your first haunted house and how you buried your head into my leg and held onto my hand whenever you got scared.
I remember the first pumpkin you carved. I also remember the first pumpkin you ever carved without my help.
I remember cuddling on the couch watching children's Halloween movies.
As much as I understand that you are growing up, and I am proud of the young man you are becoming, but to me you are still my baby. I don't want to let my baby go.
You are ready to drop years of Halloween traditions and start brand new ones. Some that don't include me.
Even though you are now "too old" for some of our traditions, I hope you remember them with as much happiness as I do.
And hopefully, you can pass them on to your children some day....before they become too old.
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