How embarrassing is it that Naomi has two (2) Halloween costumes this year? She is going to be a baby wicked witch, with the long purple hair. This has been decided for more than a month. Then, yesterday, I took her to the Children's Place (which is just down the street) and to pick out a special Halloween shirt to wear to school on Friday, for their "pre-Halloween celebration". She wasn't having the whole shirt idea. She wanted the pink dragon costume. Because I'm a sucker and it was half price, I bought it for her.
Then I started thinking, with all the functions: the Friday school thing, a party at her uncle's on Saturday night, her cousin's birthday on Sunday, and the official Halloween extravaganza at school and the trick-or-treating on Monday, maybe two costumes is not enough!
With all this kid Halloween stuff happening, I haven't given a single thought (until now) to my own private Samhain thing that I usually do. Have I purchase candles? No. Have I thought about the turning of the Wiccan year? No. Do I have my own wicked witch hat? Yes!
Samhain is the only witchy practice of mine that survived the birth of Naomi. It was always my favorite. I make a lame attempt at Yule, and I couldn't even tell you anymore (without Google, anyway) when Imbolc is. I'm a little sad to see the evidence of how the spiritual practice I once was so passionate about has withered since I've entered motherhood. In a way, motherhood is a different kind of spiritual practice, but I miss the solitary nature of being a witch. There must be a way to combine the two.
Maybe this will be the year that I finally read Circle Round (or some other, better book on the subject, recommendations, anyone?) and figure out how to incorporate my family into my solitary eclectic traditions. I love the idea of raising a daughter with gods and goddesses; positive, female divinity is so hard to come by in most mainstream religions.
Being raised Catholic, Mary was given near-goddess status, but her worth is predicated on her virginity. To imply that Mary might have had sex is blasphemy. I want to raise kids in a religion that says that a child is no less miraculous even when sex is involved, a mother can be sexual and still be worthy of divine status, and women have a power that is separate, different and just as potent as a man's.