Growing up Halloween was one of my favorite holidays. My mother, brother and I would walk to Woolworth’s to pick out our costumes. In those days, costumes came in a cardboard box; they were simple (and probably flammable), just a mask and a plastic smock. (I’m totally dating myself.)
As a girl, I loved the idea of dressing up. I loved my mother painting my face with black eyeliner and red lipstick. Even with my front teeth missing and my hair in pigtails, I felt like a grown-up.
Now that I’m a grown up, I long to feel little-girl young. (Sometimes embracing the little girl within can be a good thing). Reliving my childhood through my son, Norrin, is one of the best things about being a mom. And while it’s been years since Halloween has been my favorite holiday, I want it to be Norrin’s.
But Halloween has been challenging. Norrin has autism and the concept of holidays has been difficult for him to grasp. And like everything else in our lives since Norrin’s diagnosis, Halloween became another lesson that needed to be taught.
Norrin is seven years old (he’ll be eight in January) and this is the year that I believe he finally, finally gets Halloween.
It’s taken Norrin some time to get discover the holiday magic of Halloween. But I am so happy he did!
Catch up with Lisa on Babble:
- Why NYC Schools Aren’t Equipped to Handle Kids with Autism
- On Taking My Family to Sleepy Hollow for Halloween
- 12 Greatest Lessons Our Teachers Have Ever Taught Us
- How I Survived Being a Working Mom and College Student
Read more of Lisa’s writing at AutismWonderland.
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