This year you are a Wild Thing for Halloween. Max, to be specific. I took you to a Halloween party this morning and you walked intently around the perimeter of the yard collecting rocks and wood chips in a tiny plastic pumpkin bucket. I looked over at one point and all the other moms were mingling near the water table with their kids, or without them. I felt a twinge in my heart, like maybe I should be over there mingling too. I’ve never had the easiest time making friends at first. But then I looked back at you with your twisted up little grin and dirty paws and I knew I was just where I wanted to be.
Right now is collecting sticks and rocks and feathers. Right now is smiling at babies and other kids really close-up in their face. Right now is two naps, sometimes one. Right now is humming in the car and running on the beach and learning not to hit or bite. Right now is saying new words, like pumpkin, and saying your name “A-lon”. Right now is being patient and impatient, curious and brave and feisty and helpful and wild.
I could eat you up, I love you so.