Posted October 26, 2011 by
We’ve been busy getting ready for Halloween around our house.
Last week I took Vera to Old Navy where she tried on EVERY single costume. I’m serious — every, single one. (I think I decided right away when I became a mom that I was never going to the kind who makes costumes for her kids. I just don’t have it in me.) We just made a morning of it. It was actually a blast.
It was hard to decide, but luckily there was a sale going on and we ended up coming home with the green dragon costume AND the ladybug girl. Our neighborhood is going to be great for Halloween and Vera’s best friend Zoe is coming over to go trick-or-treating with her. Ever since I explained trick-or-treating to her a few days ago, she has woken up every day asking if it’s time to go.
There are so many things I don’t like about motherhood (diaper bags, sleepless nights, no time to myself, poop everywhere), but there are lots of things I do like too. Halloween is definitely one of them. Actually, what I really love is seeing Vera’s imagination develop. Her ability to pretend is so uninhibited and it’s a nice reminder that we’re all capable of dissolving the boundaries between what’s real and what isn’t.
I think about my mom all the time these days — wondering what motherhood was like for her. I wonder if she liked it or if it frustrated her sometimes, like it does me. I wonder if she ever tried for another kid and if her relationship changed with my dad after they became parents together. I wonder a lot about what it would be like to talk to her today about all of this.
One thing I know for certain — if she were around she’d be busy making a costume for Vera this week. Ah, well.