Yesterday was Halloween. We participate. This blog isn't about that touchy subject.
Money has been tight in our house lately. We've all been there, right? With Halloween approaching recently, I was wondering what Keirsey could dress up as. I mentioned a hobo to her and she took to the idea immediately. We looked up pictures online and planned out her clothes for the past two weeks.
The day finally came that we cut up her jeans, ripped up a shirt that was given to us (for THIS very occasion!) and the fun began. She tried on the jeans... not quite "hoboish" enough. So we added more tears, more rips until it finally looked right. Then we washed them... about 5 times! We tore up a straw hat for her wear. Except it gave her more of an unwashed dirt farmer look! So we pulled out an old beanie and stomped it in the mud. LITERALLY! The snow was melting and gave us the perfect mud hole!
We did the same with the jeans and shirt. Then Brad Dad had the idea of "beat them with the old firewood!" So we did that! We threw them around, stomped them, squished them, hit them with burnt wood and then held them up to look at as if it were GOLD, not dirty clothes.
It was time. Keirsey put on the clothes, added her beanie, stuck on her gloves that I bought on Halloween Day. We cut those up, too! They were only $2, the most expensive part of the costume.
Then the beard began. She was unhappy at first. She looked like a BOY, she said. I would wipe it off.
"No, I will just wear it, it's ok."
We are all set by this time. Ready to go. Then it happened. This adorable hobo girl came up to me, wrapped her arms around me and said "Mama, thank you for my hobo suit." She was almost crying.
I couldn't speak. I had spent a total of $3 on the WHOLE thing. And was getting the most precious reward for it.
Last year, we had a Bat Girl costume for her. It was fun. We added makeup. But there was never a thank you. Never. Not once.
Today, I asked her about the thank you.
Me: You thanked me yesterday for your costume. So you liked it?
Keirsey: I did, Mama! I really liked it!
Me: Last year you went as Bat Girl. That was fun, but you didn't thank me like you did yesterday."
Keirsey: I don't know what it is, but when you MAKE things for me, like my hobo costume... I just feel so special. Bat Girl didn't make me feel special.
This conversation was followed by a very long, grateful hug. I've never been so squeezed before. She hugged me with all she had.
Of course, I took this golden opportunity to tell her how incredibly special she is! How I LOVE doing things for her like making a costume.
For the longest time, she was looking down. When she finally did look up, I saw her holding back the tears.
Tonight was one of the most special moments in being a Mom for me. The time, effort and energy I put into that costume was noticed. She wore her Mama's love for Halloween, not just ripped up clothes.
Money has been tight in our house lately. We've all been there, right? With Halloween approaching recently, I was wondering what Keirsey could dress up as. I mentioned a hobo to her and she took to the idea immediately. We looked up pictures online and planned out her clothes for the past two weeks.
The day finally came that we cut up her jeans, ripped up a shirt that was given to us (for THIS very occasion!) and the fun began. She tried on the jeans... not quite "hoboish" enough. So we added more tears, more rips until it finally looked right. Then we washed them... about 5 times! We tore up a straw hat for her wear. Except it gave her more of an unwashed dirt farmer look! So we pulled out an old beanie and stomped it in the mud. LITERALLY! The snow was melting and gave us the perfect mud hole!
We did the same with the jeans and shirt. Then Brad Dad had the idea of "beat them with the old firewood!" So we did that! We threw them around, stomped them, squished them, hit them with burnt wood and then held them up to look at as if it were GOLD, not dirty clothes.
It was time. Keirsey put on the clothes, added her beanie, stuck on her gloves that I bought on Halloween Day. We cut those up, too! They were only $2, the most expensive part of the costume.
Then the beard began. She was unhappy at first. She looked like a BOY, she said. I would wipe it off.
"No, I will just wear it, it's ok."
We are all set by this time. Ready to go. Then it happened. This adorable hobo girl came up to me, wrapped her arms around me and said "Mama, thank you for my hobo suit." She was almost crying.
I couldn't speak. I had spent a total of $3 on the WHOLE thing. And was getting the most precious reward for it.
Last year, we had a Bat Girl costume for her. It was fun. We added makeup. But there was never a thank you. Never. Not once.
Today, I asked her about the thank you.
Me: You thanked me yesterday for your costume. So you liked it?
Keirsey: I did, Mama! I really liked it!
Me: Last year you went as Bat Girl. That was fun, but you didn't thank me like you did yesterday."
Keirsey: I don't know what it is, but when you MAKE things for me, like my hobo costume... I just feel so special. Bat Girl didn't make me feel special.
This conversation was followed by a very long, grateful hug. I've never been so squeezed before. She hugged me with all she had.
Of course, I took this golden opportunity to tell her how incredibly special she is! How I LOVE doing things for her like making a costume.
For the longest time, she was looking down. When she finally did look up, I saw her holding back the tears.
Tonight was one of the most special moments in being a Mom for me. The time, effort and energy I put into that costume was noticed. She wore her Mama's love for Halloween, not just ripped up clothes.
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