My mother haunts me on the holidays– particularly Halloween. She makes me buy candy corn, and pumpkin stickers and that autumn runner that makes no sense on my circular table.
She mocks my organic, wholesome lifestyle, saying that before long “my children will be gone.”
I send my husband out for marshmallows and rice krispies to make a treat my boys have never known; and I thank my mother for all the ways she loved me before she was gone.
~ Halloween, 2008
This morning our school hosted its annual Halloween “All School Sing.” Teachers, parents and students arrived in costume, and groups of each were invited front and center to be celebrated with song.
The Sports Figures came up for “Take Me Out to the Ballgame.” The Super Heroes included my youngest as a stellar Batman, and The Scary Ones included my niece as a truly frightening vampiress.
There were many more categories and songs, but this year featured a brand new group: The Politicians. It was a tiny group, but well covered, including a stupendous Sarah Palin (the Junior High teacher), a masked McCain, and a very authentic–though very young–Obama.
“Obama’s” proud mother Laura was seated beside me in the audience. Her son Paul Skye beamed in his navy suit and well-combed hair as he approached the front of the room to cheers from the audience of children, “O-ba-ma, O-ba-ma, O-ba-ma!”
Laura leaned in to tell me what Paul Skye said to her on the day he chose his costume, “Not too many other kids at my school can be Obama.” My eyes stung with tears as I realized just how much it means to Paul Skye–to all children of color–and to each of us–that Barack Obama is our candidate for President.
In his shining eyes, I felt the promise of a new day.