I thought I was soooo ahead of the game. Weeks ago I had my act together and squared away Noah’s Halloween costume.
It’s a long story, but here are the key points.
1. I have always made the kids costumes, it’s my thing- the only thing that gave me Super Mom Cred. I took pride in it and when people said to my children, ” You are the most adorable (fairy/dinosaur/lighteningbolt/spinachcan/Max/goldfish) on the street!” I beamed.
2. This year Noah wanted a store bought Boba Fett costume.
3. He used my own lesson of learning to adapt and roll with it on me. I had no rebuttal.
4. Boba and blaster-weapon (which also went against my usual rules) were purchased and hung in his closet for weeks.
A week before Halloween Noah had his class party. Why so early? Parent/Teacher conferences were set for Halloween and the day after. Yes, right. No school ON HALLOWEEN or THE DAY AFTER. Yippee.
But, Noah had his party and I got called to do a work thing right as it was starting and it’s a horrible choice to have to make… but I didn’t go to his party. He got himself in his costume, and according to him, I was the only parent not there.
I found this very hard to believe but when he got off the bus a wave of Mama Guilt busted the banks and slammed into me- I couldn’t argue. He looked so…so…so pathetic. He shuffled his feet home, hand covering the tear in the tushy that showed me he had left his boxer shorts on while the back of the costume was so tight it wouldn’t close. I was awash with guilt, he was flashing the rest of the kids on the bus.
His beloved Boba Fett suddenly was tiny Boba Fett.
Young Master Noah had a serious growth spurt in October, this costume fit him a month before. The pants went down to his sneakers then, but now? Monster Wedgie.
After having paid for a costume the thought of spending MORE money on Halloween made me feel a Monster Wallet Wedgie.
So we spent a couple valuable days brainstorming costume ideas based on materials we had available.
The thrill of costume making that I normally had was gone as we rushed with limited time and materials.
But we did it together and it’s one of those crazy memories that we will always have.
“Hey, Mom,” 35 year-old Noah will say, “remember that time I grew and we had to make a costume right before Halloween?”
“Yes, Son,” I’ll shout because I am hard of hearing and assume everyone else is, too.” You were the most adorable ketchup bottle with a Star Wars blaster on the street.”
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So you’re going to shove that picture into his babybook, right? What an awesome kid! 🙂
I will print this out, with pictures, and put it in there- yes. He was the only ketchup bottle that I saw when we were trick or treating! 🙂