I think I’ve already hinted twice (thrice?) that we’re not going to attend our village’s Trick or Treat and Halloween party this year because my big brave 3-year old is still traumatised by the costumes he saw last year.
Well, you can’t blame him. I can’t blame him. Some of my neighbours really go all out, props and all (read: fake blood, fake knives, real wheelchairs) and some of the costumes really freaked me out, too.
So while my mother, sister, and even our new helper, Michelle, joined the party, Yuri and I were holed up in my room the whole evening. When the kids – and adults – got to our house to ask for treats, they were even calling for Yuri. But no amount of cajoling could ever persuade the boy to get out of the house haha.
(Photo above was just taken yesterday, but you can imagine that kind of expression whenever he sees someone in costume.)
Ironically, this is also the first year we’ve had good weather during Trick or Treat. Previously, we always get stuck under a huge thunderstorm!
It’s not like we missed out on the fun. All of the candies my tween sister brought home (adults go Trick or Treating here, too), Yuri also took part in. I tried eating a chocolate bar, but then, that day, I discovered I had lactose intolerance. Permanent or not, I decided to swear off dairy milk completely. But no, not cheese, not yoghurt.
(Side note: I ate our usual quesadilla breakfast today and didn’t have any adverse reaction to cheese. So it’s just probably milk. Yeah.)
I’ve digressed. As I was saying, it’s not like we missed out on the fun. I had a lot of realisations during the “Halloween” weekend.
First, I was reminded of what used to be my strong stance regarding it. Because it does not glorify God, there is really no concrete reason why I should take part in it. No offence at all to everyone who Trick-Or-Treated – my own sister joined and we did enjoy some of the treats she brought home. But actively joining in scaring and making scary costumes? I was reminded that the intention remains to be questionable. My God is not a God of monstrosities.
Second, I don’t like seeing Yuri so scared. And my God is not a God of fear. More than maternal instincts, I think his morbid fear of Halloween and anything related to it subconsciously reminds me — and helps me — avoid being so drawn into the “celebration.”
Now, before you huff and puff and
blow my house down decide I’m some uptight Christian girl, let me tell you the truth about me. I’ve always been fascinated by legends and mythologies. I loved reading books and watching films about them. I sometimes watch horror films. Now that I’m at the age and level of maturity where I can read about them and not have to really absorb them, I don’t worry much about them messing up my principles as a Christian. However, I still take care not to spend a lot of time over them because, like what the Bible says, it is not beneficial to me as a Christian.
On the other hand, I think exposing my 3-year old to these things is potentially dangerous. Look, the last time he saw our neighbours in costume was a year ago and he couldn’t get over it yet. He can’t decipher which is real and which is not. He can’t understand that even though these creatures look really scary, they have absolutely no power over Jesus. He’s too young to grasp these concepts, so I realised it would be way easier to just wait until he’s old enough.
Since Job and his family don’t partake in Halloween and Trick-or-Treat, too, it’s entirely possible that the last time Yuri attends one would be last year. Or maybe we can look for costume parties — the non-fright fest kind.
Oh, some photos from last Friday’s Trick or Treat here. Sorry, these are the two most decent pictures taken by my mudra:
Case in point? Here’s a really poor photo:
And that’s not even the worst photo! Haha! It’s such a pity there’s not a single decent photo of the Halloween decorations. Hahaha. Love you mudra.