Seeing that Halloween is this weekend I thought I would bring you up to speed on my childhood Halloween adventures! :) Well, actually it has to deal with that LOVELY photo of my Mother you see below! Yup…..folks, that is my Mom! :)
You see, if anyone knows my Mom, you know that this photo sums her up quite well. She was quirky, fun and quite entertaining! :)
It was Halloween week and I, a freshman in high school, had just finished up a GRUELING week of non-stop hockey try outs for the varsity team. I had sweated, barfed, skated, and sweated some more in an attempt to secure a spot on a team that I had been hoping for all summer. Since I was a freshman I didn’t have my license or a car to drive myself back and forth, so my Mom would come and pick me up after our afternoon session. Thursday finally came which was the final day of tryouts (and it also happened to be Halloween); the team was going to be posted that night. All of the girls were going home to shower, eat some dinner and race back up to the arena to see who had secured a spot as a varsity player. I walked out of the arena, exhausted from the week, and spotted my Mom’s car in the parking lot. “GOOD, she’s here already!” I thought. I then looked up, only to see what I thought was the most embarrassing thing OF ALL TIME! My mother was wearing, from head to toe, a picnic table costume (hence, the above photo) that was complete with the red and white checker board cloth pattern, fake ants (because every picnic has ants duh?!), and plastic plates of with hot glued kids play-food set out as “meals” across her chest. And to make matters worst she had a sprite can with a glass and a straw as her “hat” to complete the ensemble. She was walking towards me, arm straight up in the air waving me down, yelling in the most Midwestern of Midwestern accents “Did ya’ make the team honey….did ya’?!?!” I bolted back inside hoping that I could just melt into the floor out of sheer embarrassment so that no one would associate me with her and her ungodly costume. I was mortified. I FOR SURE thought that even if I had made the team this year, they would re-think their decision given the state of my family’s wardrobe choice.
But that was my Mom. Despite my 15-year-old embarrassed self she never EVER was worried about what people thought….she was who she was and PROUD of it. Sure, there were plenty of times that I wanted to shrivel up and pretend that I belonged to another family while we were in public because she was being “Jill” but I look back on it now and smile. I smile because there aren’t too many people in the world that are comfortable in their own skin; we try to talk like other people, dress like that Gap model and act like someone else we know. Despite my Mother’s embaressing wardrobe choice (and the other hockey girls can attest to the fact that she had some good ones, like that fact that she dressed up like a puck, yes a puck, for our hockey banquet one year) I know the world would be a much better place if there were more Jill’s walking around. Confident about the way we were made and proud to be who we are.
I love you Momma….Happy Halloween everyone! :)