I try to avoid talking about Halloween. In this day and age it seems to be one of those topics (like whether or not you tell your kids Santa is real) that defines you as THAT mom. It puts me on one side of a fence and maybe you’re standing there on the other. I don’t like that. So first and foremost let me be totally clear— you have to be true to your conscience. Whatever it is God is asking your family to do, DO IT. On this issue I stand with anybody who is obeying God’s calling even if it means we disagree on how that practically works out. So with that in mind, here’s my personal history with Halloween and how we participate in it as a family today:
As a kid I loved Halloween. It was a time for playing dress up (yay!), eating candy (yay!), carving pumpkins (yay!), and putting up some spooky decorations (yay!). My mom had one rule— we didn’t dress up as anything “evil”. No devils, no ghosts, no witches. As the mom now I would add clowns to that list, but that’s just me. We had a very safe home and neighborhood and my parents didn’t let us watch scary movies, tv shows, or read scary books. We weren’t fearful kids and we enjoyed Halloween for the fun time that it was.
Fast forward to our group home years. Brian and I worked with kids who had experienced some scary things. Real life scary things. Sometimes they could talk with us about those things, but sometimes they were too deep and personal for them to ever feel safe revealing. The rules about living in community with those kids required us to never intentionally scare them (not even yelling “boo” when somebody came around the corner), no scary movies or books and we didn’t participate at all in Halloween. This makes total sense to me and I don’t at all find it to be a contradiction to how I was raised. These kids had a different life experience that told them the world wasn’t safe and we were doing our best to help them learn to trust again. It would not have been worth it to engage in a day (or a month as it seems Wal-Mart has decided) of scaring the living daylights out of them for the damage it would have done to our relationship. The people we worked under had strict religious reasons for why Halloween was spiritually damaging and theologically questionable. I agreed in the context of the kids we were dealing with, but have felt free to make the decision that works best for my own family now that we are in a different enviornment.
So what have we decided to do?
