October 31, 2012 in Adventures in Re-Discovering Myself
After 30 days of reveling in skulls and skeletons, pumpkins and candy corn, and Halloween-themed goodies, the big day has finally arrived. We are ready!
Treats for class parties have been made, pumpkins have been carved into jack o’lanterns, and costumes have been purchased.
When my kids were young, I used to make their costumes. Now, I’m thankful to report that our costume preparation consists of a trip to our local party store. It’s usually complete chaos. Somehow or another, we always wind up in the scary mask/funky hat aisle and the kids try on masks and hats to their heart’s content while I try not to be a) frightened of the bloody/gory creature my sweet innocent child has become; and b) freaked out about who else has been trying on these masks and hats. The last thing I need is an outbreak of lice in our home.
I would like to point out that the kids never wind up with one of these masks or hats, and only partly because I won’t let them. They like experimenting, but they usually have something specific in mind.
My youngest son inexplicably is a werewolf this year. “How come you want to be a dog when you’re so petrified of dogs?” I asked him.
“Werewolves are dogs?” he asked. “Well, I don’t care. I want to be one.”
Maybe Halloween is a time to try on different personas for size. For one day out of the year, you can be anything you want and no one will think twice about it.
It certainly explains why my oldest is going to be a clown. He’s really gotten into the spirit, clowning around outrageously during our annual Halloween photo shoot. The funny thing is, he’s too shy to be a clown. He can’t stand being the center of attention, although I can see signs of him wanting to break out of his shell. Maybe this night, buoyed up by his clown costume, he can.
My middle son is going as a zombie grandpa. He has always been a creative thinker. When he was two years old, he insisted that the theme for his birthday party be “yellow.” Not Superman, not fire trucks, not Hot Wheels or construction trucks, but yellow. I should have guessed then that he’d grow up to be a zombie grandpa!
And me? What do I want to be for Halloween? What persona would I like to try on for a day to see if it fits? I can think of several things, but they don’t lend themselves easily to a costume I can buy.
I suppose I’ll simply raid my closet for one of the costumes I’ve worn in the past and make do with that on the outside.
But on the inside, knowing that I can be anything I want for a day? I can’t wait to try on the possibilities!
I wish you all a Safe and Happy Halloween!