Cross-posted at MamaDrama
Halloween is my favorite holiday. I relish each moment leading up to the day,when every grocery store has aisles of glowing plastic ghouls and colorful sequined costumes, and every abandoned house becomes “haunted”. When I was little my mom made our costumes and my sister and I happily wore them for years at a time, until we finally outgrew them. We’d stand outside, listening for witches who flew the night sky, and we’d shiver with excitement in the cold air. And then in college I still held on to the tradition of dressing up but instead moved toward the shimmery adult costumes, skin-tight catsuits and prohibition-era flappers and mideval peasant girls with enough cleavage bring King Richard back from the dead. Even when Hailey was born I’d still dress up Elvira-like to give out candy to the neighborhood children. I’d stand on the porch and smell the night-breeze laced with fires from chimneys and I’d long to run down the streets looking for ghosts in the night.
But this year I’ll retire my low-cut dresses and velvet cloaks for a more sedate, older look. Still a witch, but this time a bit more like Samantha’s Aunt Clara. Tonight I’ll be the mommy standing in the back of the room while my little ladybug attends her first Halloween party. I’ll be there when she holds her breath to listen for witches flying in the night sky and when she shivers with excitement I’ll silently debate whether or not to force her to wear a sweater over her costume.
And it will be good, but different, as I suppose it should be, as excited little children grow up to become mothers of excited little children.
But maybe, just maybe, tonight when the moon is high and the party is over and Hailey is fast asleep I’ll pull her from her car seat and as I carry her inside I’ll pause and hold my breath to listen for the witches too.