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The Battle I’ll Never Win Again…My Son Joins the Dark Side and Picks His Own Halloween Costume
I knew it was going to happen. I knew the time would come, the day he would tell me, what, and, exactly who he was going to be for Halloween. I knew the days of me “encouraging” the cute costumes would come to an end. The end of an era, if you will. That didn’t make it any less sad for me when he announced, months ago, “I want to be Darth Maul for Halloween, Mommy!”
Sigh. I love Halloween. Like in a big way. I’ve been picking out “couples costumes” for my husband and I since we first met. I always buy the costumes online in plenty of time to pick out accessories. I *might* be accused of going a little overboard when it comes to Halloween, costumes, and creepy house decorations.
Having a little one just made it that more fun for me. His 1st costume? A jalapeño.
Second year? My initial try at making him a teddy bear resulted in nonstop crying, so I put him in skeleton pajamas and painted his face white without showing him his face so he wouldn’t freak out.
3rd year, Batman. With Mommy and Daddy as Batgirl and Robin.
4th year? Max from Where The Wild Things Are. Mommy and Daddy were accompanying Wild Things.
Maybe last year, I got off lucky when he announced, “I can be Thing 1 and Daddy can be Thing 2!” I, happily, was The Cat in the Hat.
But this year, there was absolutely no talking him out of Star Wars’ Darth Maul. That left Daddy as Luke Skywalker, and Mommy as either Yoda or a Stormtrooper. (Yes, I know I could be Princess Leia, but her costume sucks, and I look terrible in side buns.)
So on my little computer I went, logged into Amazon and bought the dreaded and uber-creepy Darth Maul costume, size xs. Wahhhh. My adorable little Jalapeño was gone. My son had joined the dark side. I know I can now look forward to the next ten years (?) of costumes of blood, guts, and zombies. I’m sad about it. But I guess the only thing I can do now is accept it. Sit in my little corner of the Force and accept it.
I knew it was going to happen. I knew the time would come, the day he would tell me, what, and, exactly who he was going to be for Halloween. I knew the days of me “encouraging” the cute costumes would come to an end. The end of an era, if you will. That didn’t make it any less sad for me when he announced, months ago, “I want to be Darth Maul for Halloween, Mommy!”
Thanks, Nashville Parent Magazine for including me!