Confession: I am not a fan of Halloween. As a kid I stopped trick-or-treating by the time I was 8-years-old. I was shy and hated approaching people, even neighbors who knew me and even for candy. So, of course, I go and marry the world’s biggest horror fan. My husband is committed to cultivating a love of Halloween in our children, and encourages them to embrace dressing up for the holiday. But since I can’t sew, or even use a hot glue gun without incident, I’m pretty afraid of what my kids' Halloween costumes say about me as a mom. When my daughter asked me recreate Maleficent’s headdress (since she had waited until the last minute to decide on her costume, and they were all sold out in her size), it turned into a hot mess of electrical tape and tears.
I am not concerned with being judged based on my kids’ choice of costumes as I am by the stress involved with this whole “holiday.” Having all that candy around just ignites arguments (“No, you can’t have more than one because cavities”), finding something they can wear in the cooler weather without having to put a jacket on top of it (“No one will know who I am if I have to wear a coat, Mom!”) is impossible, and knowing that whatever thing they decide to "be" will fall out of favor overnight and their costume probably won’t fit them again is infuriating.
So yeah, all of that kind of chips away at the fun we’re all supposed to be having on that night (or late afternoon, if you have little kids like me). I guess my whatever-my-children-decide-to-dress-up-as will peg me as an angst-ridden mom. I have come to terms that this may be my natural state since becoming a parent. So if you wonder what your kid’s Halloween costume says about you as a mom, here are my thoughts: