For Halloween, My Son Went Dressed as a Miserable Child
I’m so not ready for this “teenage” child thing. Granted my son is only 10, but if Halloween is any indication of what lies ahead, I am in trouble.
Halloween was probably the fullest day on our calendar in ages. It began with a sleepover, went on to a Football game and proceeded to all the fun that goes along with the holiday.
Trick or treating? He didn’t want to go. Declared Halloween babyish and “stupid”. Now this killed me, because Halloween is perhaps my favorite holiday. It’s the sole reason I had a child. (Okay, maybe not the sole reason.)
I tell him that we were invited to go Trick or Treating with two of his closest friends. He laid there, lifeless on the couch with a pillow over his head. I then resorted to threats. If he didn’t get up and go, I was:
- Going to go without him. Yes, I would have. I like the moms that were going and I wanted to get out and socialize.
- Going to ban Hanukkah in this house. No gifts. That one was a complete fib, afterall it’s the second reason I had a child.
Nothing. Had no effect.
Then we realized that maybe he didn’t like his costume and targeted that issue. My husband and I pulled out everything we could find. Tossed countless costume options his way. I only stopped short at a stripper costume, because I couldn’t find half of my black lace set from my getaway this weekend. This then turned into crying, slamming doors and overall misery for all parties involved. Lethal.
Then I told him that if he didn’t get up and go with me, he could not come to the Halloween party later on that night. Now this threat perked him up. This party is one he did not want to miss.
So rotten child got up. Graced me with putting on his shoes and sneakers and got in the car with me. Complete silence for the entire ride, which really wasn’t such a terrible thing.
On the way there I suggested that if anyone asked what he was dressed as, his response should be:
I am dressed as a miserable child
We pull up to the trick or treating crew’s home and another fit is released. He doesn’t want to go. Again.
That’s it, I’m at my limit and I call one of the moms. I tell him that my son is throwing a fit and doesn’t want to go. This WONDERFUL mom comes out of the house and pulls my son aside. I have NO clue what she said to him, but magically, he ran into the house to join his friends.
So we venture out. In cold, windy New Jersey weather. Remnants of “Ghosting Night” is all over the neighborhood. Perhaps the most unique I’ve seen to date is this one:
“Members” drawn in chalk on sidewalks all over the neighborhood.
Anyway, this boy, dressed as a miserable child was running around the neighborhood like $100 bills were being handed out. This miserable child had a smile on for the rest of the day.
This miserable child said to me at bed time last night:
I really did want to go trick or treating all along.