I was really not feeling into it this year, and the
great thing was- I felt perfectly ok about that!
For most of the past several years of my life, I've been up all night before Halloween, sewing to beat the band. Not this year.
This was a Grab-Something-Out-of-the-Old-Dress-Up-Box year. All three younger kids decided they wanted to be cowboys/cowgirl. The only
thing I made the night before Halloween was a cardboard and tinfoil belt buckle that we taped onto Beau's belt. Easiest Halloween ever!
I had sewn these faux-swede chaps and vest for Eric (now almost 17) years ago.
Fun seeing Beau (7) wear them now. The spurs were also from that brief era when Mason & Eric had big cowboy dreams.. they'd been a Christmas wishlist item.
It was a calm & clear day, thank goodness. The
evening before, we'd had mixed precipitation, bitter winds, and our first ice of the year. I'd gone slipping & sliding on our front porch.
We didn't carve pumpkins, and I felt ok with that, too. Confession: I've always loved pumpkins better in their un-carved state. We grew an armful of very teeny tiny ones in the garden this year. My friend, Alaina had given us some cornstalks she'd grown. I was surprised when I found ears of corn still attached, and when I went to peel back the husks I had a most colorful surprise. Indian corn!
ventured out from under my Halloween wing for the first time, spending
the evening trick-or-treating with a group of friends. Kind of a big deal. I worried some.
first stop is always our neighbor Marianne. Next, we picked up Lilly's friend (also a cowgirl) and I took them Trick or Treating to some friends and familiar doors, then to our local Trunk or Treat event.
My posse was dwindling at that point, as Lilly & her friend met up with the other parents there, with plans for a sleepover at their house. It was down to just Beau and I. I had never before had just one child in the car in all of my many Halloweens as a mom!
He and I capped off the evening by making our traditional jaunt to Granny & Gramps' house about 20 minutes away.
We stopped at a few homes of people dear to us. We admired pumpkin carvings and decorations. I thought of our wonderful
friend Violet - who was part of our Halloween tradition for so many years.
Beau and I enjoyed the one-on-one time coming back home. We deliberated whether we liked the candy or the costumes best about Halloween, deciding it's an even toss up. Candy is good, but he said it makes him feel thirsty. Seeing costumes was lots of fun, and he felt awfully special dressed up like a real cowboy.
He asked me what my favorite thing about the day had been. I told him it was taking a few pictures of he and Lilly before we got going.
They were both so willing & cooperative, it took just seconds. That hasn't always been the case with five kids and taking planned (non-action) pictures.
I told him how important it is to me to capture pictures sometimes, so we can look back at them, remembering fun things we did.
At some point during our drive, I also told him he's about the nicest boy I've ever known, and that I am so lucky to be his mom. He was quiet for a minute in the back seat in the dark. Then he said softly, "Thank you."
He filled me in on all the kids in 2nd grade wanting to touch his spurs. We picked up Johnathan, who was just fine, and had scored big on treats. He'd had a good evening, too.
And when we got home, before going to bed, Beau asked if he could wear his aluminum foil belt
buckle again the next day. :)
Peace, Love, and Happy Halloween Trails,