Michaela had school on Thursday, Oct. 31st. Instead of going to the store, we made her costume at home. It involved a few bottles of fabric paint and a t-shirt. I thought, the simpler the better. She’d be more likely to want to wear it.
The week after we painted it, she showed it off to guests and friends proudly. When we were getting ready on the 31st, I told her that she had school. I reminded her that it was Halloween and it was the day to wear her costume. She had no interest in putting it on. At breakfast, I put on my butterfly wings to try to motivate her. She liked my wings but they didn’t motivate her to wear her costume.
I was proud of myself for not forcing the issue. I figured she’d see her peers in costume. If she wanted to wear her shirt, it’d be in her bag. If she didn’t want to, she’d be the one in class.
I talked to Jeff (my husband) before picking her up. Neither of us thought she’d put it on. I told him I’d let him know ASAP. At her school, you get the student’s bag and art work first. Then, the kids come out. After I grabbed her bag, I unzipped the top and there … was her folded-up shirt 🙂
Next, I went to the ramp where the kids come out. I watched a dinosaur,a cookie monster, a skeleton, Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, four other creatures, plus this doctor and Batman come out. And then, last but not least, my Micha, dressed up as none other than herself. I had to smile big. Inside, my heart beamed with an unexpected pride.
My daughter didn’t go against her heart just because everyone else was doing something different. Micha didn’t feel uncomfortable that she wasn’t doing what everyone else was doing. (In fact, by her actions, she wasn’t uncomfortable at all!) She participated in the class events and felt the Halloween spirit, but didn’t go against her heart just to be like everyone else.
I still beam with pride when I think of it. I love Micha for so many reasons. I just added this one to my long list. I hope she stays true to her heart like this forever. As she gets older the pressures will get tougher. As she grows I’ll be able to tell her this story and hope it makes her smile nearly as big as it does me.
I’m wishing you happy moments like this, where you realize the strength and individuality of your child.