Isn't that so typical? The ideas in our head vs. reality. The planning and dreaming vs. the execution. My memories of Halloween as a child are of pirates with black smudges and an eye patch or of clowns wearing oversized leisure suit apparel . When I asked my son what he wanted to be for his 10th Halloween I was expecting something similar. Instead, he looked me straight on and said, wait for it...minotaur. What kid says minotaur? What parent has to wikipedia her child's costume choice? What parent goes searching the JoAnn Fabric aisles for minotaur-ish hair/fur material?
I spent so much time that year trying to create some close proximity of minotaur recognition in the mask. I was proud of my cardboard box, turned head with horns. I thought myself clever for having him wear the bulls sweatshirt for the body. (I didn't have a full bodied minotaur in me). Proud, clever, mom of the month candidate.
|Werebunny (leftover Minotaur fur)|
The great fun of Halloween was only about 10% realized on the night of October 31st. The weeks of mid October were so much more fun. The possibilities were endless. The alter egos swirling. Just like Advent or Lent, the nine months of pregnancy, or Thanksgiving dinner, the preparation and the waiting are so much more interesting and complex than the final event. Happy Halloween preparation!