Mother Of The Year!
Oh yeah, that’d be me! Yesterday I decided that I was taking Lovegirl trick-or-treating. I’ve written before about how we didn’t celebrate Halloween when I was growing up because it was devilish, satanic, and all that jazz. And then my mother confessed she didn’t feel like hassling with costumes for four children. o_O.
I’ve always taken LG to a church harvest festival and called it a day. Then I decided why the heck shouldn’t I take her trick-or-treating? Was the mere act of ringing on a doorbell and hollering “trick or treat” going to render her an immediate satanist? I thought not. So I picked that chick up from school and told her that when it got dark I was taking her trick-or-treating. I’m telling you – she was so excited and happy that I thought I might cry! I didn’t, but I thought I might.
Her little worrisome friend H’s grandmother called and asked if she could tag along with whatever we were doing. Sigh. Sure. So off we went into that dark night – LG dressed as a fairy and H dressed as vampira. Those chicks had so much fun! It only took about an hour for their little buckets to get full – so we called it a night a little after 7.
She got a great stash – lots of good candy (from which I will refrain!) The only “busts” of the night were a fortune cookie and a box of mini raisins. And really, those aren’t busts because she was just as excited about those as she was about the butterfingers and kit kats.
Anyhoo, I’m glad I took her. Probably won’t do it again, but I’m glad that my little fairy was able to light up the night last night.
Not trick-or-treating? One family tradition I’m glad I did away with at least this one time! Have you ever thrown caution to the wind and said to heck with doing/not doing something just because that’s the way your family “always” did/didn’t do it? How’d that work out for ya?