My third son, Kevin, was born on Halloween thirteen years ago. I remember being so pregnant my arms didn’t reach to do the dishes anymore and I was preparing a fifth birthday party for Donny who was born on the 27th. All I hoped for at that moment is they wouldn’t have to share a birthday.
Kevin was actually due on Halloween. Both of my prior pregnancies were weeks late so I figured there was no possible way I’d have a baby on Halloween. Truthfully, the thought of being in a delivery room on Halloween was a bit scary! People are so unpredictable on that day. I imagined my doctor showing up as scoobie doo. But Kevin was true to his nature even on the day he was born because he arrived exactly on time doing what what he was supposed to do: be born on the due day. It was early in the morning when my water broke. I called my neighbor to take my toddler Jordan for me and a friend of Donny’s made sure he got to school and the appropriate dress-up-candy-collecting activities while I was whisked to the hospital. My doctor behaved professionally and I didn’t give birth to a lizard. Kevin was a beautiful little boy with a full head of hair, he even had little hairy ears! Darling.
So, today we have much more important things to celebrate than Halloween. We now have three official teenagers in the family. Some days the nine year old has the most sense of the whole bunch. And I’m not kidding about that. I’m convinced teens lose a piece of their minds as their hormones take over their body and brains.
We will celebrate by helping this evening at church with the fall festival they give to the children. Our boys will help with the games and passing out candy. We’ve all decided to dress up tonight! I even talked Craig into it. One year I tricked him into showing up at a children’s harvest festival at our church dressed as Elvis, when I knew we would be the only adults dressed up, but he didn’t know it until we arrived. Oh I laughed for years about that. That’s when he began to describe me as the cross he must bear. Now he’s wise to my ways. He conceded to dressup knowing I’d wear him down until he did it. He just saved himself some grief.
Tomorrow I will share the photos. I suppose by now you’ve guessed my way of helping will be to document with my camera. I’m quite sure I’ll be having the best time of anyone at the party.