The Frustration of Halloween
Yes, there is frustration. I live in a place full of double standards. Some people get angry because the schools no longer have Christmas Entertainment but Holiday Entertainment. We have taken “Christ out of Christmas”. Yet we can’t celebrate Halloween because it is the “Devil’s Day”.
What sort of started this snowball of frustration was my friend Katie. She lives in Salem, Massachusetts. As much as she loves Halloween she doesn’t really like the influx of people there. She actually has joked about coming down here and visiting me just so she can get away from it all. As a person living in a tourist town, I totally get it. So I found this website for Salem and all of the upcoming events they have going on. I was instantly jealous. They have stuff going on ALL THE TIME. Almost daily! Not just spooky stuff but historical tours and what not. I told her once again for the 590275089730571095 time that I really wanted to come up. Our financial situation says No though. Boo. So I start looking for things locally. Already we are doing a haunted trail in a couple weeks, our party, hitting a pumpkin patch, and the Samhain Ritual. Oh and yes, my kids will get to do some trick or treating. So I start looking locally for things to do.Nothing, nada, zip. It is as if Halloween doesn’t exist. I start asking around to the few people I know who love Halloween. Again, nothing…nada…zip.
So I got sad. When I was growing up it was a big deal. I mean EVERYONE did something and it was always a blast. Part of me feels like my kids are missing out and I am struggling to find things for them to do so its not just about one night but the entire month. I start thinking about the party in two weeks. I allowed my girls to invite some classmates to come that night and they are excited. The nervous part of me got worried about how some of the parents may react. I think it would be stupid to be sending them notes saying, “Hey I am pagan, it’s ok though we aren’t sacrificing any animals and I won’t turn your kids into toads”, but I would hate to see confrontation on the night of a good time, know what I mean? So I got myself really worked up over it (isn’t bipolar disorder grand?) and haven’t slept well. The next day i ran into Molly’s bff’s mother, Lucia. She is very excited, her girls are excited, and as we talked I ended up inviting her girls to spend the night. It is not the first time or anything. The whole conversation just made me feel a tad bit better. I am not too worried about that family, it is the other ones that I am worried about…still. It didn’t get better when just a little while ago I received a phone call from an angry parent whose child we had invited to our party. To put it in a nutshell she is going to call the school and request that her daughter or mine get switched to another class so that her daughter doesn’t have to be around the satan worshipping child. To say that I was angry would be a gross understatement. I mean really folks….we live in the 21st century and people STILL are ignorant. I didn’t have much chance to say anything, this woman went on a rampage that I can barely remember. My mind is still stuck on that satan worshipping comment. I will not allow my daughter to be moved NOR will I allow anyone to belittle my daughter because of MY spirituality. I am awaiting the inevitable phone call from the school to see what happens. I am going to make every attempt to be calm even though I really want to rip this woman’s face apart for making assumptions about my child. My daughter is still on a path of discovery and is not completely sure what is right for her. Now she has to deal with ignorant alleged adults????
And the worst part, I blame me. I shouldn’t have allowed her to invite anyone. I should have been more picky. I should have been more quiet. I know that at some point she will have to deal with what people MIGHT say about her mom being pagan. But I can’t help but want to protect her. As much as I know she can overcome it, grow from it…she is insanely smart….I still would rather her not feel the hurt. She seems too young to have to deal with all that. But then when will I see her as not so young anymore? When will I be able to step back and let her experience it and then be there for her to cry with?
This is all very frustrating.