I’ve never thought of Halloween as a family event until this year.
Let’s face it, our parents messed up. Most of them did so pretty big time, but now that I’m a momma of two, I realize that family is precious. Also, mine is pretty small and this is the only one I’m going to get! So, I’ve let go of the past and let my own family decide how much they would like to be involved in my kids’ lives.
My in-laws just moved up here a few months ago. I never knew them as parents until I married Spencer, but I have watched them as grandparents, and they do a phenomenal job. I also see my mom grandparent so sweetly, as if this round gives her a redo on what she did wrong with us. It’s precious and I will take it.
What does this have to do with Halloween? Well, this year’s festivities started out with Brooks requesting some pumpkin carving with Grandpa. And because Brooks’ strength is seen most clearly in the pulling of heartstrings, he got what we wanted. We had a family dinner of soup and lit the fire pit out back, then Grandpa got to work with his pint-sized assistant.
Grandpa went above and beyond (thanks to some online reading, I assume), bringing lights and glow sticks to put inside the carved pumpkin. Brooks was so proud of his jack-o-lantern that he gave it a kiss on the cheek. And, upon awakening the next morning, he demanded we step onto the front porch to make sure it was still functioning at full capacity!
The kids wore their costumes all day and Brooks finally decided he would rather wear a monkey PJ than the owl costume I paid actual money for. My mom came up for our first official trick-or-treat outing and I have to say, it was a success!
I never knew I could be so thankful for a silly day like Halloween.