Praise Him for growing up...but not too much.

Behold, children are a gift of the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward. Psalm 127:3

Tonight I took Sydney to her school's fall festival. She seems so grown up when she's with her friends. She was flitting around with them as though I wasn't even there. I guess that's good, she's getting more independent. She didn't even want to eat her nachos! (So of course, I ate them...along with my chili and hot dog.) It made me kind of sad to see her getting so big and seeing a glimpse of her school "life".

It's good to see her growing up.

It's right to see her growing up.

It's HARD to see her growing up.

Sydney did a lot of the games and the bounce house and then she wanted to do the "Haunted Hallway" upstairs. I know Sydney. She gets scared easily. I asked her about 5 times if she really wanted to do the "Haunted Hallway." She insisted that she did.

Before I describe the hall, let me just say, it really was not scary. It actually sounds scarier when I describe it than it actually was. I mean, seriously, it's elementary school. Plus, many of you know that sometimes I can be a little overprotective, but I really thought it would be fine. Basically the fifth and sixth grade hall was decorated and dark. Before we even got in, there was a warning sign that said there would be loud music and strobe lights. There was bubble wrap on the floor to make surprise popping noises as we walked through. There were also people dressed up in costumes (nothing that scary, just dark clothes, and some people had on plastic masks...not scary ones). They would step out in front of us and say things like, "Don't go on," or, "Turn back now."

Halfway through, Sydney got scared and started crying. I felt bad. I wanted her to have a good time. I should have convinced her that she wouldn't like the "Haunted Hallway" beforehand. I picked her up and carried her the rest of the way through.

She's still my baby.