Last night, we went trick or treatin’ with my friend and her son in their neighborhood. They live in the vicinity of Pheasant Run in Kennewick, where it was the perfect place to get the goodies most big and little monsters love to get for this hollow’s eve. Sky spent the night with them too and according to my good friend – they partied and played all night up until midnight.
They were all sugared up alright.
So, this morning after I picked him up he asked, “Mom, next year can I stay two nights instead one?”
“We’ll have to ask them next year.”
We then went home to pick Dad up and hurriedly left to catch the noon showing of Goosebumps over at Carmike. We got our usual movie goodies and was settling in to our seats inside the theatre, but then Sky decided that he wanted to sit smack in the middle by himself. There was only a handful of people in the cinema afterall.
You see, my son is a scardey-cat – or so I thought… He watched the whole movie by himself – about 10 seats away from us. And that is a big step in my book.
I am just amazed on how my son has blossomed from being an overtly dependent child – who if he had his way, would have crawled up inside my womb when he finally was flew in by my parents after being apart from him for 7 months. And fast forward to now, he makes his own bed in the morning, unloading the dishes from the dishwasher and packing them away, making his homework when he can while waiting for me in the afternoon, bathing and dressing himself on a daily basis.
Admittedly, his common sense is still not all there just yet. But he is taking big steps every single day towards him being independent.
And to ensure this, I have to remind myself to let him BE when he can do something HIMSELF.