Halloween approaches, as of this writing. I am knee deep in the costume preparation process for our not so little princess. This year we are approaching the realm of cosplay with mom's creativity being pushed to the limit What is cosplay? My best guess is that it's Halloween for grownup nerds. People make costumes modeled after comic book, sci-fi, or video game characters and every so often leave their parents' basements to have conventions. It also means that my daughter wants to wear a costume that you can't purchase online without a second mortgage.
Just when things were going reasonably well, enter Facebook to really louse up your day! I have mentioned before that I have a love hate relationship with social media. Mostly, I'm in it for the dog memes. The problem for me this year hit when I happened to see a post with my daughter's best buddy in their Haaloween outfits, worn a bit early for a school dance. It bugged me because one of the girls wore my daughter's first choice of costume and I have no idea how they found it without selling stock. These three kids typically go trick or treating together, so now what?
It's raining guilt! We should have had another kid. I should find her more friends. We should have bought an expensive outfit online. My poor kid is a third wheel. Here's where a bit of perspective comes in handy. My daughter knew this was coming. I knew I was disappointed but I wondered how she felt. Boundaries are quite helpful, aren't they? By the way, we are only talking about one night. When I mentioned that I saw the picture, she took it just fine and said she would just be another creature from the game. Yay offspring!!!
My daughter surprised me by handling this better than I did. Nonetheless, I felt like some sort of gauntlet was thrown. My mommy ego decided that she was going to be the best looking creature I could make her. This is just the latest in a long string of projects in which my creativity gets pushed to its limits. I've been lucky in that so far, I've been able to find most of what she requires through our local Goodwill, dollar store, and stolen ideas from the internet. Mostly, like everything else I stress over, this will fly by and in the end, it's really all about the candy.
Happy Halloween, dear reader. I don't even want to think about her costume for next year. I think I'll go out as a drunk.
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