“We just came home because our buckets are too full. Can we dump them and just go finish the last loop down the street?” my tiny Red Riding Hood asked with a smile.
I should have said no. I should have said this was more than enough candy. I should have pointed out that it was FREEZING. But those smiles. And this was different.
This year, I only sent two trick-or-treaters out into the neighborhood and they weren’t the kids who usually get along as well. My eldest son is off at college and eldest daughter went to a party with friends. The two headed out were my 17-year-old with autism, declaring he really should make this the last year since he’s getting so big, and my 9-year-old youngest daughter. The age gap and autism make it a struggle for them to interact quite often. But tonight, oh tonight they had fun.
If you have a child with a disability, you get the struggle to help neuro-typical siblings interact sometimes. As much as they love each other, the strain of dealing with a disability puts a strain on the relationship. Even beyond a disability, I worry about my children staying connected and close as they grow up.