~
On the way home from school, the boys and I discuss the
weather. We discuss the potential
for rain on Halloween, which dampened their mood. Although my boys say they are
too old to trick-or-treat, a little part of them that continues to hold onto the
childhood thrill of Halloween. How
can the loosely related ideas of childhood, rain and Halloween dredge up so
many memories, I wonder as I drive. I causally mention we could end up with another Halloween Blizzard.
These words alone begin a cascade of memories of Halloween Blizzard of 1991. Rain was forecast that year too. Looking back, I can remember the excitement
of October 1991. It was my senior
year of high school. The Twins won
the World Series. As Halloween
approached, the excitement began to tarnish by early sunsets and the fatigue that brings. A fatigue exasperated by early the
morning school start time and late night college entrance essay sessions. Halloween fell on a Thursday in
1991. All through this all hallows
eve, my throat was scratchy and my head ached. I pretended I could make it through the evening dance and
one more day before the weekend came and allowed rest. As school let out, more than a fall
drizzle greeted us upon our walk home.
My feet soaked quickly as my boyfriend and I trudged through the slushy
ground. I can remember complaining
about the inch of snow that was now predicted and feeling more exhausted with
each step. I choose to go to bed
early and sleep away my aches instead of attend the Halloween dance, to the
great disappointment my boyfriend.
I can remember my surprise when my sister woke me after her
tricks-or-treats to show me the winter wonderland our neighborhood had become
and the shocking smell of damp snow on a day that should have smelled like
leaves and bonfires.
“Weren’t we all surprised that year? It could happen again this year boys,” I
say. “You never know.”
After a brief silence, one asks. “What flavor was it?”
Confused, I say, “What flavor was what?”
“Well, the blizzard Mom?”
For my boys, there is no memory that is triggered from the combination
of childhood, Halloween and rain. To
them, Halloween and blizzard means the Dairy Queen Blizzard flavor of October.
~
Our perspective is based on our experiences. We cannot expect someone to understand our point of view when they have never walked in our shoes, nor can we understand theirs. Their life has been a sum of entirely different experiences which lead them to very different conclusions on very different paths. Our fun Halloween story helped my children realize whether a perspective is right or wrong may not be the right way to understand a situation; because the truth of a perspective depends on the perspective you hold. And this illustration allowed my children to begin to sort of understand the complicated topic of how a group of people on the other side of the world can be made to behave in a way we have been taught as completely unfathomable.
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