Scary Halloween Story

When I was pregnant with Sam, I was filled with all the good intentions that every mother everywhere has for her children.  In particular, I was determined that Sam would grow up eating real, unprocessed food that supported and nourished his growing body and brain.  Whole foods of all colors and flavors.  I was following The Plan.

But then came Halloween.

Sam was three years old when I took him out to walk around the neighborhood for his first ever trick-or-treating experience.

Absolutely adorable, huh?   We navigated one whole block before I turned us toward home.

But wait!  He wanted to go on.  We did.  Just a few more houses.  Soon his little basket was overflowing.  It was definitely time to go home.

And to bed.  I’m not even sure he actually ate any candy that year.  That year (and that year only) it was all about the event itself.   But, my god, what was I thinking?

Where was the mother who had held such lofty ideals about healthy food for children?  I  was the one who taught him how to ring door bells and say the magic words that would induce people to throw candy into his bag.  I  was the one who was responsible for future cavities, cancers, and other nutrition related conditions and diseases.

In that wave of nostalgia for the “simple pleasures of childhood”, I had left the Path.  I had forgotten the Plan.

I sat there all alone with a basket of Halloween candy on my lap, picking out and eating all the Skittles and Tootsie rolls, as I contemplated what I had just done.  I had to save myself before things got out of hand.

I dumped all of the candy into the big bowl we had used earlier to pass out treats to the little pirates, ballerinas, and cowboys that had knocked on our door.  I stepped out, set the bowl on the bottom step and quickly retreated inside.

The next morning, the bowl was empty.  Problem solved.

How do you deal with Halloween sugar consumption and the ensuing frenzy?


10 thoughts on “Scary Halloween Story

  1. It’s a blurr for me. I think I sucked it up and just let the celebration swallow us all up and breathed a sigh of relief when it was gone. I’m going to ask the kids. Their memories are usually much different than mine – paint me as the nutrition monger that prevented them from being normal amongst their peers. Huh. My god, what cute pics of Sam 🙂 (it seems I can’t write anything anymore without a smiley face. Elementary teacher in me? Growing old and mushy?

  2. A fellow teacher at school let her kids trick-or-treat. When they got home, she put their bags on a scale and then gave them the equivalent in organic chocolate and treats. Sounds good, right? However, her son, one year, paid $20 to my daughter for a bag of M&Ms she brought to school after Halloween. (I didn’t know that my daughter was a candy dealer until years later!)
    I let my kids trick-or-treat, and that night they ate as much junk as they wanted. The next day was a free for all, which made me cringe, but then? Hardly any was eaten any more and a week later, the rest was tossed. I think they themselves realized that it was making them feel rather sick. Had I made a big deal out of it, I think they would have eaten much more!

    • Definitely! Free for all on the night in question and then, really, the only danger at our house is for the parents who feel compelled to eat “just one or two” pieces every night…

  3. Thankfully our school district gives the students that day after Halloween off. I say, “Eat your candy on Halloween night and the next day. At bedtime on November 1st I am taking all your candy away. Chow down, be horrible people from all the dye and sugar for one day. Brush your teeth and be done.

    • I don’t know if you read the post before this one Terri, but forget juice, sounds like you might have a chocolate addiction! Sam freezes chocolate all the time because he likes it best that way. I find little pieces in the freezer all the time.

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