Most people see me as calm, cool and collected, but I still have my moments of anxiety. Most times it’s over something silly but I feel it nonetheless. Halloween is one of those not so serious things that gives me anxiety and not because my parents put the fear of God in me. This is what Halloween was like growing up:
Mom or Dad: “Don’t take candy from anyone, not even the neighbors. People put razors in them.”
Me: “So why am I going trick or treating again? Isn’t getting candy the whole point?”
Mom or Dad: “Be careful. There are bad kids out there that throw eggs filled with acid.”
Me: “Umm, I've been questioning this one. How do they get the acid in the egg without cracking it?”
Mom or Dad: “Put this red mushua in your pocket to protect yourself from evil spirits.”
Me: “For real?”
We’re Haitian. We’re uber superstitious and skeptical about EVERYTHING.
The urban legends never kept me from enjoying Halloween. We always have fun. The whole family gets together, the kids trick or treat, see their friends and have a blast. We all love it, but the preparation drives me crazy.
Every year, I start talking about costumes in early September - “Come on girls. We need to think about what/who you’re going to be. I want to get ahead of of this.” Of course my kids never know what they want or they decide on something crazy, that we just can’t pull off.
When they were younger, it was much easier. There was no talk back. We had no issues with Winnie the Pooh, Tinkerbell, Princess Leia, or even Frankenstein. They just put on whatever we bought them and loved it. With 3 girls, I figured I could just pass down costumes, but apparently each of them has a different opinion and a different favorite princess. Come on!
As the big ones get older they want to go out of the box with these ideas and it’s all about DIY. Really?!!! What happened to the good old plastic pull over costume with the mask that made your face sweat? They weren't that bad. We could see through the two tiny holes for eyes, breath through the two tiny holes that covered your nostrils and you could kinda sorta talk through the tiny hole at your mouth.
These 21st century kids have it so much better than we did.
I really do wish that I still had my Strawberry Shortcake costume because nowadays it's so much harder. I put if off until the last minute, because it stresses me out and then I’m left with the crumbs. “I’m busy and I don’t want to be in the middle of this madness." So I wait...ok, I procrastinate and avoid, avoid, avoid.
In all honesty, I really don’t want my kid to be “that kid." The one walking around in a janky costume, getting out costumed. But here we are 4 days before Halloween and we're still trying to figure it out. Uggghhhh. Wish me luck.