…and this was truly evident last night as I spent the hours scrapbooking.
I came upon the photos I had taken of Nicholas in his Halloween costume last year: a character from a horror movie he’s never even seen nor has a desire to. This year he is portraying an Ohio State Fan; well that’s original now, isn't it?
More significantly as a mark of transformation is not WHAT he chose to be but the time and dedication we launched with each and every costume he displayed.
From the time he could articulate his wants and needs Mother and son spent an exorbitant amount of time in October searching for the ‘perfect’ attire. Most often this required me manufacturing his get-ups. What cherished moments we experienced entering the fabric store. We peeked through endless pattern books to generate ideas and choose the material as well as all the flawless accessories. How I adored the time spent together as Nicholas would touch the material to his cheek to check for softness to match the gentleness left in my heart. When I sewed he sat upon my lap and used his tiny hands to guide the material through the machine shouting with glee as we approached the finish of each dressing.
As you stroll through just a spattering of costumes you’ll not only find visual support that times have been altered, but reinforcement within the heart of a mom. Halloween was a treasured time when Mother and son exchanged thoughts and ideals, wishes and fun through a body covering.
|Fireman Nicholas...his Sit and Spin was his fire truck.|
|Nicholas wanted to be Little Foot the dinosaur so this was our version.|
|Buzz Light Year...to infinity and beyond...|
|This was our favorite..Ice Dragon~|
|Arrghhh, Mighty Pirate....|
He’s since given up homemade costumes and chosen the likes of Harry Potter and Scream, but how I would love for him to ask me to create more memories through a Halloween outfit.
Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them. ~Marcel Proust