Halloween Heartache


When the kids were little, I loved Halloween. I loved decorating the house with scary witch cut-outs and pretend ghosts. I loved the excitement, the weeks of costume planning, the favorite candy discussions.

I loved….I really loved, carving pumpkins. And cooking the seeds.

I loved making Halloween treats like marshmallow witches and “ghosts in the graveyard” cake. The look of joy, excitement, and even slight fear in the eyes of all of the kids was a reminder to me, every year, that magic is real. Magic does happen.

When a shy six year old puts on a big hat and his Dad’s old shirt, he feels as if he has been magically transported into a world where everything is possible. When serious, strict teachers show up in the classroom dressed as light-up jellyfish, when tired parents put on silly wigs and clown makeup, that is magic. Children see that magic. They breathe it. They embrace it as only children can.

I’ve always loved the magic of Halloween.

As a child, I loved the planning and scheming that started in late winter and carried us all the way to October. I loved walking through the suddenly-spooky streets of my neighborhood. I loved the candy, but mostly I loved the idea of becoming someone else on that special night.

As a mother, I loved watching my three children filled with the tingling sensations that came with walking our safe streets at dusk. I loved seeing their faces light up at the sight of a neighbor’s jack-o-lantern in the window. I loved watching them feel powerful or beautiful or magical, just because of a bit of makeup or a piece of clothing.

As a teacher, I adored Halloween. The week before was filled with animated conversations about costumes. We’d spend most “morning meetings” planning our classroom party, choosing a song list, planning our games. We’d read about the history of Halloween traditions. Everything felt slightly more relevant and more intense than our regular history lessons.

Math facts and spelling rules faded into the background, where most of us felt they belonged.

And the day itself, the day of Halloween, was pure magic.

I have such clear memories of teaching a science lesson while wearing a tall black witch hat; few memories make me smile more than the image of myself nodding my head for emphasis and realizing that my witch hat was tapping me on the nose. The kids and I must have belly laughed for a full two minutes.

I miss that.

I miss the magic. I miss the transformation that comes so easily to children who put on a disguise. I miss watching how easily those children moved from shy, insecure little ones to all powerful super heroes just by putting on a cape.

I miss standing in the doorway of my house, handing out candy and expressing my delight at every adorable ghost and every terrifying 7 year old monster.

Today is Halloween.

It is a rainy, windy, strangely warm day here in Massachusetts. I spent the day with my two toddler grandchildren, eating healthy foods and watching Halloween videos. We made silly paper ghosts, played with playdoh, pretended to be various super heroes. Every hour or so, my little two year old grandson would shake and clasp his hands together:

“I so excited to go out Halloweening!”

His four year old sister kept asking how long it would be until they could go out to get the candy.

We had a sweet day.

But as it ended, and my daughter and son-in-law came to get the kids, the magic faded for me.

My husband and I have gone with our grandkids to Trick-or-Treat for the past three years. Every year, they join their friends, young parents we’ve known for all of their lives, and everyone has a wonderful time going to door to door in our small town, where every face is familiar.

The first year after our granddaughter was born, joining them was automatic: Of COURSE we’d want to be part of it all! The second year was the same. On the third Halloween, our sweet little grandson had been added to the family, and we wanted to be with him.

But at last reality has hit us.

We are no longer the Trick or Treat generation. We are the people who stand at the door to hand out the treats. We are too tired to try to find yet another costume. We are too tired to walk the streets at the end of a long day. Our doctors have cautioned us about eating all that sugar. Our back are too sore to carry tired kids home at the end of the night. The end of the night bath is so far beyond our energy level that we can’t even think about it.

It’s all good. It’s all correct. It’s all exactly as it should be.

I’m very happy that I can stay in my dry living room tonight. I’m delighted that I can put some ice on my sore back and pour a glass of wine and stay here with a good book.

But at the very same time, at the very same moment, my heart is breaking. I can still remember how much I loved washing the makeup off of the faces of the kids I loved so very much.

Life goes on.

And it leaves some heartache behind.

19 thoughts on “Halloween Heartache

  1. I just had my first grandparent experience with my 21 month granddaughter dressed as a unicorn and the month old grandson dressed as baby Elmo at my granddaughter’s insistence. It was magical. I hope I have many more years. But Halloween in the city requires far less walking than where you are

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  2. I’m reading this at the door while it is raining in sheets waiting for the trick or treaters. Such a horrible night weather wise!

    My younger child is in grade 7 braving the weather. Her dad went along and she met up with friends who have yiunger siblings. My teen, in grade 9, is done. 😦

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  3. Halloween isn’t for everybody, but I get your situation. . I’m 60. A broadcasting career became my husband and kids without realizing it. Like you, I’m sitting here alone, no intention of handing candy out, dealing with MS and aches and pains that keep Ernest and Julio Gallo in business. I understand your sense of loss. I deal with a light case of regretting all that never was. Enjoyed your writing. I’ll be back. .

    LK
    Texas

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    • Ah, I know just what you mean, LK. I think that no matter what course our life has taken, we live with subtle thoughts of what never was. I never followed my writing opportunities, or learning a musical instrument, or traveling…..But life is good, and mostly I’m happy for the path I’ve chosen. Thanks for reading!

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  4. My parents lived on a dead end street, so it wasn’t the most popular thoroughfare for trick or treating. They used to race each other to the front door. Now I am in a similar boat. Although my street isn’t a dead end, it is surrounded by streets with more houses. We are just a way to get to the next block. Sigh!

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  5. You have brought to mind the giant chaotic costume parties we hosted for years. Campfire, tractor rides, food, candy, games and in general running wild while the adults paid very little attention. We looked forward to Halloween all year.

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  6. You have no idea how much I relate to this post! Yes, the magic is gone is many ways, but I do try to focus on my new role: the grandma who admires her grandson’s costume (and this year, fed him dinner in between his day care’s “trunk or treat” and trick or treating in his own neighborhood), and the “older” lady who hands out candy to the neighborhood kids. Life marches on, whether we like it or not! Luckily, we get to read posts by people who understand what we’re feeling. Thanks for being one of those people!

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