A mother's guilt... aka thank God it's payday

My sister, Kathy, called me this morning to talk about my post from yesterday. She said that neither of her kids want her help with Halloween costumes this year, and it's the first of many years like that in the future... and she said other stuff, too. But that's basically when the guilt started.

Made me think about all the Halloweens we've had, and how fun it was making costumes and watching my little babies have so much fun getting all dressed up and getting candy, candy, candy! Ah...

So, yeah, I left work early and met Joyce and Sammy at Halloween USA, where I dropped over fifty bucks on an adorable Little Red Riding Hood costume and black net tights for Joycie. Carpe diem and all that.

Joycie tried the costume on, and she is going to look so cute for the party! She's taking one of my smaller Longaberger baskets to wear on her arm. It's one that is signed and dated 1998, and has been hanging on a hook since I bought it (well, I do take it down to dust it every year... or so...). That darn thing is probably worth fifty bucks, too, so hopefully it'll come home with her, and in one piece.

The big picture is that both my kids are planning to have an excellent Halloween, and I've done all I can to assure they will feel the fun when they put on their costumes.

I suppose that's important to me especially today because I learned of the death of a young man from our community. He was only 19 years old, and he had been battling a rare form of colon cancer for a few years. He lost the fight this morning, and he died in his mother's arms with his dad at his side. His name was Aaron. He was a friend of my nephew, Michael, and Joyce knew Aaron, too. Aaron touched a lot of people. If anyone would understand the importance of having a fun time, from what I've heard, Aaron would.

Carpe diem.