A family's story

Halloween, Tate Style

Tate woke up early yesterday and the first words out of his mouth were, “No Halloween today.” Oh. Boy.

Since it was 4:30 in the morning and I wasn’t quite functioning, I told him we’d talk later. After an hour and a shower, I was in a better frame of mind. We talked about the day ahead, and we talked about the fact that he did not have to wear a costume or go trick-or-treating. He relaxed, the flapping stopped, and he went downstairs.

I decided to approach the topic of a costume. His teacher was allowing the students to dress up for the day. The ghost I had fashioned out of a white sheet? No go. The scarecrow idea he had after reading a Halloween book with one of his therapists? Uh-uh. Ben10 from Jake’s collection? Fuggetaboutit. Spiderman? Too yuck (according to Tate.). I was just about to give up when I asked if he wanted to wear pj’s. We had a winner!! He didn’t even have to brush his hair…and we threw his duckie blankie in his backpack…and he was set.

After school he insisted on wearing clothes. So we changed him. When trick-or-treating started, he waited by the front door and announced the arrival of guests coming to the door. I asked, Hubz asked, even Jake asked if he wanted to go out for TOT’ing. No, no thank you. (At least he was polite!)

Hubz put Cole’s puppy costume on him, and I helped Jake wiggle into his Heatblast costume. They were ready. The neighbors came over, and we asked one last time. Too late, though, because Tate the Great was already outside, candy bucket in hand. Depending on who you ask, he went as himself or a surly teenager who doesn’t need a costume.

I was beaming as my little Tater-tot merrily went from house to house. He eagerly walked up, knocked on the door, said, “trick-or-treat”, and said “thank you” each time. He kept up with his older brother and the 2 neighbor kids for about 90% of the night. He waited, HOLDING MY HAND, when he was done. No whining, no flapping, no pacing. So, so proud of my boy.

What started out as a shaky day ended well…and gives me a glimmer of hope for easier times to come.


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