I'm going to be honest - I secretly don't like Halloween. As a child, Halloween was thrilling - the costumes, the candy, the pumpkin carving, who didn't love it? But now that I'm a mom, my perspective has shifted.
Instead of delicious goodies, I see sugar bug infested cavity makers filling my childrens' trick-or-treat bags. Instead of fun costumes, I see safety hazards and money grabs for cheap fabrics that barely make it through one wear. Instead of funny faced jack-o-lanterns, I see myself scrubbing gooey pumpkin guts off the dining room table, scratching the stubborn bits off with my nails (and chipping my polish).
But I refuse to show my apathy. I grin and bear it, and sometimes I even dive in with enthusiasm, because hey, my kids love it, and I love my kids.
4 hours in the kitchen and a counter full of goodies later, and I felt a little better about the quickly-approaching day of spooks.
Sure we'd be sloshing through rain, costumes mucking up from mud puddles, candy wrappers sogging the candy it holds. Shivering in my thin rain jacket, umbrella in one hand and coffee in the other. But for the kids, it's one of the most exciting days of the year. It means fun, it means treats, and it means spending time with friends and family. So while I'm quietly loathing the occasion, I will also be drinking in the enthusiasm, and feeling thankful for the happiness it all brings to my kids.