“This is so much better than trick or treating.”
“Yes!!!!” (punches sky)
What can I say? The sweetest music to my ears.
It’s true. The evening I planned worked out just right. Happy people. Don’t quote me, but I think they have finally forgiven me for ruling out their usual trick or treating trip around the village. This Halloween reminded me how much I love planning a party. How much I love finding an excuse to celebrate. How I love to delight others in the detail. Oh how I love to do that!
I was creating a moment of wonder. More challenging now they are no longer young children, but just as important to achieve.
I hadn’t told them about the theme. They knew there would be a movie. They’d spent weeks trying to trick the name of it out of me. Oh, so close, so many times, but amazingly, they never quite landed on Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them.
I thought they might guess Harry Potter when they came home to find spiders exiting the house. No.
There is something grounding about tradition. Most of the year, we invest so much of our time and energy ensuring that the children grow and learn. Filling their bellies and minds to set them up for when they finally fledge. In between, there are family traditions acting like lynch pins that keeps us …as us. Rooted.
Pumpkin carving is one such tradition. Each year, we head over to my parents and pick up pumpkins. Even if we have grown our own, we still go and pick up more. One for each of the children. There is no logic to it. It is a tradition.
Each year, I persuade the youngest that he doesn’t need a pumpkin that is almost as big as him. Each year, he tries to persuade me that he does. It is all part of the tradition.
We pick up an extra pumpkin and the children carve it for their grandparents while we visit them. I suspect, after we leave, they move it to their doorstep. I like to think the milkman looks forward each year to seeing our contribution to the seasonal celebration. Giving him a spring in his step as he continues on with his deliveries. Adding to the tradition. Continue reading
There is nothing like the quiet, nearly continuous conversation that goes on between children as they happily concentrate on a joint crafting project. Little nudges amongst themselves to keep everyone on the same path, or at least aiming for the same objective. A stream of words. Relevant. Not relevant. Siblings working together.
Yesterday, I set up papier mache pumpkins and orange paint on the kitchen table. They soon appeared. Excited to be doing another Halloween crafting activity. Something that they could do together. No easy task as the five year gap seems to grow and shrink on a regular basis. Continue reading