I remember being caught in all the decorating at home,. The hunting in the stores for the bride, the maid, the dog, the mask, and the I have no idea what she just made costume, that always changed the night of Oct 31., the candy bowl by the front door, the looking for the invitation of what time the Halloween party started so we all could bob for apples, drink the cider, squish the green eyeball grapes and stick to the noodles for brains that were hovered by spooky ghost and monster sounds as you entered each room of the house.
Then you heard it, as the front door swung open…”Time to grab your bags and get the goodies. Trick or treat…here we come.
We would hold her precious tiny, soft hand, and then as she grew, we would walk behind her, saying” go ahead, you can do it…just go up to the door , knock on it and when they open, say, trick or treat. We will be right behind you. “We were so proud when she could do it all by herself and in that sweet wondrous little voice of hers.
The house owner would say, “Oh you must be ….you look great. She would hold her bag up high and they tossed in the treat. Good for you. What did you get? “I don’t know. I think a lollipop.”
Secretly, I couldn’t wait to get back to the house, and have her dump it on the floor and me try and sneak a tootsie roll any my husband wanted to grab the butterfingers. We actually felt guilty sneaking from her. We just didn’t want her to say “no that’s mine.”
Now that I remember those cold, fun together nights with her and other families, I smile with my lips pressed . I just want one more time for all of us to be little again.
I guess I will buy some candy for the new young trick or treators and their families. I guess I will do the paper, bag sand filled lanterns on the walkway. I guess I will wait and buy the candy until that day or I will eat it. I guess I will take some pictures of strangers, just to be in the ole spirit of it. I guess I will call her.
No she has it handled. She doesn’t want me talking weeks ahead about her costume or plans for Halloween. That would be embarrassing. Just light when the light switched off and she said, “Mom, I am not going trick or treating with you this year. I am walking way ahead of you and then to a party.” I guess that was a sneak preview of, let go.
She isn’t even thinking about Halloween today. It is too far off for her when she has so many other great things going on everyday at college. What a dork I would be if I sent her a costume, but it does make me smile to think of doing the prank of dorkiness. “The experts”would call me a helicopter parent who crashed….. TRICK OR TREAT….
So do I risk being a dork, just so I have a reason to call and a reason to reminisce…you know the, “Hey I know you are really busy with rehearsal and all that stuff, do you want me to send you anything for Halloween? Remember the time you and your best friend, Beth, didn’t know it, but we went over to her house for the party before trick or treating and she was dressed as a bride, too.? Those are great photos we have of you two…
Well, now that I hear myself talking , I will pass on calling her. I am not into being rejected or feeling like a dork today.
I just am into smiling about the fun friends, candy dumping and hiding the candy under the bed so they wouldn’t eat too much, and the costume parades at school, when the proud parents had a chance to be together and laugh at the entertainment of our children.
Until grandchildren….I am an empty nester at Halloween!