I am participating in National Blog Posting Month, NaBloPoMo, where I will be posting every day in the month of November.
I’m writing this on Hallowe’en morning. We have a busy day ahead. Art class, a birthday party, driving my Dad to the airport, digging out warmer clothes for the girls now that SNOW has arrived in Ottawa, grocery shopping, a 10K run, dinner-making, and ensuring that homework is completed.
It is perhaps because I am a bit of a lazy Mom that I don’t have any desire to add carving a pumpkin and figuring out how to fit warm clothing under the costumes of two excited little girls today.
Aside from that however, I am just not a fan of the idea of Hallowe’en. I have no problem with little princesses or cute little animals coming to my door trick-or-treating; they are sweet and lovely. It is the blood and death and the attempts to frighten children that I just don’t see the point of.
I am truly not one to shelter my kids from the world. We have always been open with our kids about world events, politics, relationships and sex, all discussed at a level appropriate to their ages. There is enough real horror in the world, in my opinion, that I don’t see a need to invent pretend horrors in the name of fun and entertainment.
Is the idea of Hallowe’en a way to more gently introduce to children the idea that there are awful things in the world? Because I don’t buy it. I would rather explain to my kids at the right time the awfulness in the world. This talk would take place where all of our most important family discussion occur: in our warm and well-lit dining room, while eating a plate of good food. The safest place that they can be.
Regardless, I will participate tonight because my girls are excited for trick-or-treating, and I am not that Mom, but I will provide context. I will not try to pretend any of the spookiness is real. I will warn them when I see that the guy on the porch is going to jump up and try to frighten them. And I will focus on the candy. Because that is the part of Hallowe’en that I can really get behind.