2007-10-31 - 10:02 p.m.
So today was Zora's first time celebrating Halloween. In 2004 she was only seven months old and we didn't do anything. In 2005, her Father and I took her to the mall, but she did not dress up. Last year I don't think we did anything either. But 2007 was different. On Monday I took Zora to pick out her costume. She decided that she wanted to be a ladybug(she likes ladybugs and spiders for some reason). I must say she was quite adorable today. I painted her face before we left for school this morning. Of course, she ended up rubbing most of it off by the time we got to school. She had her face painted again though so it was no big deal. I used my lunch break to go to her school and help out with the Halloween party, which was really nice. The kids painted mini pumpkins & made sushi and cookies. Zora wasn't feeling the sushi though. In the evening we went trick or treating at a local mall. Zora collected a small bag of candy, which was just fine with me. The last thing I wanted to do was deal a super hyper preschooler at 8pm.
I must say that I really enjoy motherhood. I love seeing my child smile. I love taking care of her. I love brushing and braiding her thick hair. I love cooking her favorite meals. I love playing with her. I love singing with her. I love conversating with her. Her Father emailed me a few weeks ago. In a rare moment of lucidity he actually *gasp* complimented me on taking care of her so well. Apparently he had friends of his spy on me since he left Seattle in late August. I didn't know whether I should be angry or amused at that comment. Angry at the fact that he actually had someone follow me around. Amused at the fact that her Dad felt that me being a great Mom was something to comment on. I mean, really, what else was expected? No matter how mad or silly I may get with other things, I don't play when it comes to my child. Nothing and no one is more important than her; that is just the way it is.
