One Halloween I Went to See a Play on Broadway

One Halloween I bought pumpkins, but didn’t help carve them. The kids asked their dad.

One Halloween I didn’t discuss, plan or purchase costumes. They made, borrowed and raided the dress-up box. Without me.

One Halloween I didn’t volunteer to buy treats for the class party.

One Halloween I didn’t go to the parade at school.

One Halloween I refused to buy candy, and told them to keep the house dark.

One Halloween I arranged for them all to go trick-or-treating with others.

I hate Halloween. I dread it. As soon as summer is over and barely a week into the new school year, it looms. Mentions of costumes, parties, candy, pumpkins creep into conversation around the third week of August when I’m mourning the fading glow of a perfect summer, when the leaves are still green and clinging to their branches, when I’m seven after-school activities deep into my four color-coded desk calendar and I can’t get my head around tomorrow, never mind Halloween that’s still two months away.

I loved it the first few years – when there were two kids to dress up, and we could go trick-or-treating early because they went to bed at 7pm. When they were too young to know about carving pumpkins. We would marvel at the neighbors’ jack o’lanterns, and scary Halloween decorations, collect candy from five houses, and head home. It was low-maintenance, easy, something we watched more than did.

But now, ten years and an additional two kids later, it’s an all-consuming operation. It’s too many costumes, and too much candy, and she has plans with those third-graders, and he is going to that part of town, and the teenager doesn’t want to trick-or-treat but does want to go to a sleepover. Not-so-secretly, I hope it rains.

Yes. I’m the Halloween Scrooge. Not Boo… Bah!

The kids have quickly learnt not to engage too enthusiastically with me about it. To figure most of it out for themselves. They gently suggest a good time to go to the pumpkin patch, because it’s fall, Mom, and the pumpkins look good on the porch. They each pick out a perfect-to-carve pumpkin, and even I choose two for their weird shapes and colors. They creatively brainstorm costumes amongst themselves, and resourcefully borrow and make. We have Batman, a Green M&M and a Zak-in-the-Box this year. I am proud of his originality and creativity – all on his own!


One Halloween I left my kids with the babysitter for four days, and flew east with my husband.

We visited the Washington Monument and saw the President leaving town in a convoy of low-flying helicopters. We walked the streets of Manhattan in the rain, and took fun photos outside the gleaming Plaza hotel, hundreds of windows twinkling in the twilight.


One Halloween we rode the subway downtown and then uptown with a mummy, Homer Simpson, kids wearing plaid shirts, torn jeans and blood-like paint (were they murderous hipsters?) and a guy in the most authentic costume ever, except he really is a Fedex delivery person.

One Halloween I sat in a 100-year-old theater on Broadway, and couldn’t wait for the play to start. The set was beautiful: a grand, old house dappled in afternoon sunlight. James Earl Jones’ comic timing was gravelly pitch-perfect and the actress who played the ballet-obsessed sister was my favorite.


The Trick-or-Treaters back home had fun too! The Green M&M took her small cousin by the hand and showed her how it’s done. Batman all in black got together with his BFF the white ninja and the Dyna Duo hit the ground running, while Zak-in-the-Box bounced his way around the neighborhood. I haven’t heard from the teenager yet but he liked the photo of Rockefeller Plaza I posted on Instagram, so I take that as a sign of life and greeting.

One Halloween I surprised myself. I missed it.

This is a Finish the Sentence Friday post, inspired by the prompt “One Halloween, I…” Hosted by Kristi from Finding Ninee, Dana from Kiss My List and April from 100lb Countdown.

6 thoughts on “One Halloween I Went to See a Play on Broadway

  1. Smiling at the concept of your teenaged son “liking” your Instagram pic. That’s how I know mine is alive and well sometimes …
    Your post got me thinking about the concept of less is more. I love Halloween however I’ve only got two kids. Four must be a different story. I cannot imagine four field trips trips to the corn maze for example. Yikes. I love that you fled, I mean, travelled, to NY and thoroughly jealous. Attempted to spend Spring Break there last year but got snowed out. Maybe try next October?

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    • I have to agree, Kelly, I think it’s the sheer volume that turns it into a horror story for me :). Fall is a great time to visit NYC, although earlier in October is probably warmer than the last weekend! Chilly but still wonderful.


  2. Aww, you missed it! I can relate to that – being a scrooge about something only to discover you kinda want it to be a part of your life. I miss the Halloween hoopla a bit too. But DC and NYC with the husband, alone? Pretty awesome. And I’d ditch almost any holiday for a Broadway show. Hope you had a blast!

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  3. Sounds like you had an amazing Halloween this year, Nicki! Personally, I really like Halloween but I get the idea of not enjoying it – especially with four kids to get costumed, out the door, back in, dealing with sugar highs… all of it! I’m sure if I had four that I’d not be into it either, and who knows, maybe I’ll like it less as Tucker gets older. Also, next time you’re in DC, you have to let me know – I’d LOVE to meet you for dinner! Maybe not on Halloween though 😉
    Thanks so much for linking up!

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    • Next time, me you and DC for sure!
      I did have an amazing not-Halloween, Krisit, but I really did miss the hoopla with my kids. Which I probably wouldn’t have allowed myself to admit if not for FTSF. My daughter is ALREADY planning her 2015 costume though… enough to make me contemplate another trip! Lol 🙂


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