my favorite costumes to date, completely born from Neve's imagination...
Eamon's first encounter with lollipops (and lots of them!)
The Woody costume and hats were hand-me-downs from my niece and nephew.
All I did for Woody was add a belt buckle and pull string.
The Jesse costume was homemade.
Last night though, while trying to make Neve a Spider Girl costume, I cried Uncle. She has this thing about not wearing itchy clothes. I can't say I blame her. She took one look at the Spider Girl costume we saw in a catalog and asked me to make hers. Apparently, I created a monster. As much as I enjoy making their costumes, I knew that this one would test me.
After three nights of trying to work with what I had, a trip to Michael's and waning patience, I threw in the towel and ordered one online. Once I assured her that she could wear a tee-shirt underneath to cure any itchiness, she was on board and excited to boot. I will cover her rainboots with black fabric and call it a day.
While most of me feels relieved, a part of me feels defeated, not by my limitations, but by the subtle reminder that I am crossing into big-kid land a little more each day. I'm proud of her growth and independence and don't want to be the mom who needs to be needed, but this one is giving me pause: making her costume is just another thing she doesn't need me to do for her. Ouch.
I guess it's a lesson in letting go and enjoying the ride. As she matures, my role keeps evolving and shifting, which is probably not such a bad thing.
On Halloween, she will be thrilled and smiling in her Spider Girl costume, regardless of where it came from, and I will be happy because she is.
Have you cried Uncle lately?
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