Childhood is the world of miracle or of magic: it is as if creation rose luminously out of the night, all new and fresh and astonishing. Childhood is over the moment things are no longer astonishing. When the world gives you a feeling of "déjà vu," when you are used to existence, you become an adult.
~Eugene Ionesco~
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Two halloween store trips later and she finally settled in on a a costume. My patience was running a little thin. Her indeciveness was not helping either. She had her heart set on this costume but both stores did not have her size. I could see that she was trying to hold back her tears.
She sensed the irritation in my voice and I knew as soon as the words "Mommy, are you mad at me?" came out of her mouth I needed to check my attitude. Afterall...there isn't going to be another halloween party at 9 years old, right?
On Saturday, as I was helping her get dress for the party, she looked me straight in the eyes and said "This is the best day ever! Thank you for helping me get ready."
And I realized, it just wasn't about the costume and the make-up; it's about experiences and life - and her childhood. The memory of the costume may fade but the time I spent helping her get ready, she'll more than likely remember.
As for the party...she had an absolutely amazing time!
