Tonawanda News — I’m not very susceptible to mommy-guilt.
Oh, I fall prey to it at times. Who doesn’t? I wish that I could do more for my children, could buy them more, could be with them more. I’d like to buy them the newest, coolest toy that’s advertised on TV, take them on the greatest vacation ever, be there for every after-school snack and story. If I could, I would.
But, really, they have it good. They have parents who love them. They’re not lacking for anything. They have sturdy clothing, a warm house, food on the table, plenty of toys ... if not always the newest, coolest gadget ... and if our schedule leaves much to be desired, we make sure to carve out family time as much as possible. We make it work.
That said, there’s one thing ... one small, seasonal parental role ... where I can’t help feeling neglectful. Somewhat of a failure as a mom, in fact. And no mater how much I tell myself otherwise, the guilt remains.
Yes, I admit it. We use ... store-bought Halloween costumes.
Every year, when October rolls around, I hear about my friends’ plans for their children’s Halloween costumes, from the time the requests are made to the final triumphant photos of the finished product. From adapted sleepers to from-scratch creations, they always seem to come up with something great. I see the posts on Facebook, I admire their ingenuity ... and I slink off to Target with the boys, pointing them at the applicable size and steering them away from the $50 selections.
Despite the occasional maternal feeling of inadequacy, it’s worked fine. We’ve had a steady succession of cute costumes, from my eldest’s dinosaur disguise at 11 months old to the fantastic green, winged dragon my youngest sported last year. With two boys, there’s been some recycling ... Mickey Mouse and Darth Vader were worn by both kids on separate years ... and the garage-sale resale potential of decent, sturdy costumes is excellent, so it’s worked out.