Last week, we went to the Festival of Lights in town for the Christmas tree lighting and Santa's visit. We've gone a few times over the years, all bundled up, ready for some apple cider, cookies, and carol singing.
This year, Juliana's youth service group was invited to participate in the evening's festivities while wearing the penguin costumes that they wore on their Santa Claus parade float a couple of weeks ago.
I made Sheldon come with me so that I'd have someone to stand with. Yes, that's right, I made him come. I didn't ask him because I knew he'd say no. Plus, he really should come and see his sister dance like a penguin. That's something that every brother should do. :) The fact is, though, that I ended up wheeling and dealing. Hot chocolate + I'd drive him to public skating after the fireworks. He was sold.
And so while I was watching his sister dancing, and I was calling, with the crowd, for Santa, Sheldon was texting his friends. Completely disinterested.
As the fireworks were set off and Sheldon was still texting, I realized that I was now, officially, on the other side of parenthood.
The side where you stand and enjoy the sounds of all the little voices around you because your own kids think that they are too big for the magic.
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