Sheesh! This week has been filled with heavy-duty parenting, major decision-making and the most difficult adult class I have ever had to teach. When it rains, it pours (and usually cats, dogs, and other domesticated animals). Is it truly Saturday evening? I am thankful for that.
Our strength gets tested every day of the week. This was my week to be tested beyond the norm. Okay, I can accept spilled juice on the living room floor or a bouncy three-year-old who, ha ha, just doesn't want to sleep much. But the latest is peer pressure. I really want to have a teeny tiny Halloween party for my kids at home. I suppose I can still convince them it is okay to do that instead of trick-or-treating with other kids. Somehow it feels strange to do it in Germany. Some people think it is neat; others do not.
Let's look at an example. In my child's school there is a sign hanging in the window. All it says is "Halloween, 6 p.m." There is a picture of a spider, a pumpkin and a ghost. No one knows what it means. How can you determine when Halloween begins? Should I make the party be at 3 p.m. to give my kids' friends enough time to bob for apples and carve a pumpkin before the doorbell starts ringing? What are the chances I am going to get out of this thing alive? Slim to none, I fear. It's just been one of those weeks...
