Coping with Halloween

Robin Botie of Ithaca, New York, Photoshops her daughter's face painted as a cat, into the mouth of a carved pumpkin.“Mom, I wanna be a cat,” my daughter said, the year we saw the musical, Cats, on Broadway. Marika loved dressing up. Halloween was her favorite holiday, and every year I’d sew gowns and paint her face. She’d sit stock-still-serious with only her eyes roving, occasionally meeting my own eyes as I painted whiskers or pink clouds of rouge across her pristine porcelain cheeks. There were only a couple of years out of twenty that I did not transform her into a fairy princess, a garbage-monster, a witch, a genie…. After she died, it took a long time before I was able to apply makeup or wear a costume myself.
Saturday, friends invited me to carve pumpkins. The same friends had had my family over for holidays since our children were little. But four years out from the death of my daughter, my heart still sputtered when confronted with holiday traditions.
“Do you remember if we carved pumpkins when you were a kid?” I asked my son, hoping to extend the invitation.
“Mom, I’m sure we carved pumpkins,” he said, and buried himself under his blanket, uninterested. Alone, I joined my friends and two of their grown children, aware that I had only vague memories of drawing faces on pumpkins.

The old familiar kitchen table was covered with pumpkins, bowls for the seeds and scrapings, and tools for cutting and scooping. After drawing on the bumpy orange surface with Sharpie markers, I picked up a tiny serrated pumpkin-carving knife.
“How cute,” I said, turning it over in my hand. That’s when I realized I had no idea what to do next. Someone else had always taken over for me at that point. Squeamish around knives, I’d always let a husband, or a friend, or a friend’s husband do the carving. But now, my friends were busy with their own projects. With quivering hands, I made a hesitant stab and started to saw. Before long I surprised myself, gouging and sawing the pumpkin’s flesh with vigor.

I carved my own pumpkin.

I am free, I thought. I’m strong. I can do this. No one would need to carve for me ever again. Maybe I could even carve a Thanksgiving turkey.

Last year I wore a costume. This year I carved a pumpkin. Who knows what I’ll be able to do next! But I’m pretty sure I’ll never, ever be able to paint on a child’s face again.

 

Cheers to my friend’s son Andrew whose cat-pumpkin was much friendlier than my own. What stresses you about Halloween? How have you surprised yourself lately?

Share Button

14 thoughts on “Coping with Halloween

  1. Elaine Mansfield

    The image is fantastic, Robin. Thanks for sharing the beautiful sad memories of Halloween’s past. No wonder it’s a hard holiday for you. Sending love and appreciation.

    Reply
    1. Robin Botie Post author

      Thank you, Elaine. It’s funny how the silliest of holidays can be the hardest. Love and appreciation back atcha. Hugs!

      Reply
  2. Nancy Molle

    I really enjoyed reading your blog. My son, well all my kids loved Halloween. I remember doing Billy all up with Karo syrup and oatmeal and making this old face then adding huge strands of thick grayish hair to him. It was the best I had ever done or even attempted. He was the best costume at the party and yet they gave the first prize to some kid with a paper mask who was like Batman. But we loved creating that memory. God I miss him so much. His little boys are 6, they are twins and they will be all dressed up and ready to go out Trick or Treating. One of the last pictures I have of him with the boys was on Halloween and one was dressed as a monkey and the other as a lion in this big hot suits, and we live in Florida. They weren’t even a year old then. Billy was so proud. I am glad you came into the group. Hugs. Nancy

    Reply
    1. Robin Botie Post author

      Thank you so much, Nancy. And welcome to my online house. And thanks so much for the image you’ve put in my mind of dressing your young Billy up to be an old man with Karo syrup and oatmeal. Yeesh – that musta been a mess to clean him up after. You get first prize for making me laugh on my own blog. Cheers!

      Reply
  3. Joann Giovannone (Jo)

    Halloween just makes me nostalgic remembering trick or treating with our son in my mother’s neighborhood each year. He had some awesome costumes and I love remembering some of the best ones. What have I done by myself lately? Since spring this year I’ve gone several places alone and been “ok” with it, out to breakfast and lunch alone, church alone most weekends. Baby steps for me, but big steps in the long run 🙂 Love the pumpkin picture.

    Reply
    1. Robin Botie Post author

      That’s all living is, I think. Baby steps. One foot in front of the other. It all adds up though. I, too, am getting more comfortable with going out alone. Breakfast out is one I have yet to try. Cheers, Jo.

      Reply
  4. celia

    Robin,

    Loved the post! Loved the picture also. Hope next year you’ll look forward to carving pumpkins with us instead with happiness and excitement. We’ll even provide some pumpkin carving food.

    Reply
    1. Robin Botie Post author

      I am SO thrilled to have you on my site. And responding. Thank you so much. You know I love coming to your place with or without the food. And now I’ll look forward to the carving because I have been empowered. Might even bring my own tools to carve with. Cheers!

      Reply

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *