I grew up not participating in Halloween.
I grew up with the lights off.
We spent the evening in my parents bedroom – where we were allowed to watch TV and eat pizza and all the candy we wanted. Those nights were wonderful and perfect.
I can remember the velvet mustard bedspread. {Mom, is that it? I think i found it!}
I can remember the woven rug on the floor.
I remember mom’s dresser that their TV sat on.
We were never allowed into their room, so it was a big deal to get to eat and watch TV in there.
After we ate, we just ignored any ringing doorbells and we snuggled.
Dad would play guitar.
BJ and I would sit on the floor, making up harmonies to his songs.
It was really special. I have wonderful, precious memories of those nights.
I never really felt out of place or upset that didn’t participate – I was just respecting my parents decision. It was that simple.
When, I was dating Brian, I found out that he participated in Halloween.
He had wonderful memories of the night, just with different reasons.
After we were married, we compromised. That’s what you do when you marry. You figure out a way to make it work for both of you.
What works for us is the following:
- No scary costumes for Julia and Nate. Period. No exceptions.
- A night full of friends and neighbors, eating and playing together – just thankful for community.
{Brody, our friend’s dog}
I can remember when I told my parents that I was going to let the kids participate. I was so nervous. I didn’t want to disappoint them or hurt their feelings.
I can remember mom standing up and giving me a big hug and saying “baby, you have to do what you and Brian have peace with.”
Thank you, mom. Your kindness and support are precious to me.
Tonight was no exception.
We cooked up some quick hot dogs and had dear friends over.
We visited around the fire.
We became experts at dividing up the candy into braces-friendly piles.
We said “hello” to neighbors and I was thankful for our wonderful community.
I hope you all had a wonderful and blessed evening!
Kate