One of the gifts of growing older is I’m no longer bored. When I was a child, it seemed like many days dragged by in a slow-moving haze. Now, weeks fly by in a burst of activity. So it is, one day, we’ve just entered school, and suddenly, we’re already celebrating All Hallows’ Eve, the day before All Saints’ Day, otherwise known as Halloween.
Only my youngest child dresses up anymore. You might think it sad, but, although I enjoyed providing costumes for three, squirming children, not having to anymore is a relief. Also, Bear, being the youngest of four children (our oldest is grown), always knows exactly who or what she wants to portray. Last year, she went retro as a ghost, and she took home a haul of candy. Parents loved her in an inexpensive sheet because they said it reminded them of their childhoods. This year, she is a banana.
Don’t ask me why. I don’t know.
The Halloweens of my childhood were pretty innocent and low key. Imagine the Halloween scene from E.T., and you’ll have the idea. We usually made our own costumes from things in the scrap basket. We were gypsies and ghosts, pirates and witches. Being a mix of dress-up and begging for candy, it was my favorite holiday.
Anymore, the celebration of Halloween is a close second to Christmas in the U.S., and it takes on a more macabre flavor every year. I don’t know what that says about us now, and I don’t want to ponder it.
Instead, I just try to make Bear’s trick or treating experience her best ever. For us, that means going to my BFF’s house where we’ll hand out treats while the kids trick or treat her neighborhood. Sometimes we’ve made mummy dogs, popcorn balls, and other kitschy treats. This year, we’re going the easy way out with barbecue and hot apple cider.
I hope you and your families have a very happy and safe Halloween.