Tomorrow is Halloween. This is usually the day that I am dreading. I never know how I am going to feel or what I will want to do, so I dread making plans that I will feel I have to keep. I spend the week (or two) before Halloween pouring myself into making homemade costumes, like these:
Jesse from Toy Story 2
Daniel Son and Capatin Awesomehook
Two Cupcakes and a Candle
A Chick hatching out of an egg, Jesse, Al from Al's Toy Barn and Lebron James
This is how I spend shameless amounts of time, distracting myself from the pain of the anniversary of my brother's death, and focusing on the fun and silliness of the day instead. This year, all four kids are going to be Santa Claus. How about that for all your pagan rituals knocked out in one?? Take that legalism.
Anyways, I asked Harper what I should do for my act of kindness when I was sitting knee deep in Santa Fur and red felt... and he said "I don't know, maybe you could make four Santa costumes for us?"
So, let us count that as kindness #1: handmade Santa costumes for the children... complete with beards, spectacles (thanks Aunt Carlie for making those!), and fur-trimmed toy sacks which double as candy bags. I might count this as a kindness to all of mankind again tomorrow when I post the picture. Trust me when I tell you that there is nothing better than four Santas of varying sizes, genders and skin tones.
Kindness #2: I agreed to start driving a little girl to and from ballet twice a week. Her mother has work conflicts and would no longer be able to do ballet if someone couldn't take her back and forth. This might be one of the most challenging and sacrificial Acts of Kindness I have done so far. It is a mad scramble to get to ballet on time as it is...
My original Kindness #3 will be postponed until tomorrow because Tom feared for my safety and forbid me from this late-night kindness and instead forced me to commit...
Kindness #4: delivering Indian food to a bachelor down the street who had only eaten potatoes for dinner.
Okay, Tom didn't force me. I tried to force him, and he wouldn't cave so I delivered some of the dinner that I made, plus a refreshing beverage. The neighbor seemed very excited and said I was awesome. Tom coulda been a part of all that... but, he just hates kindness, and bachelors, and he wishes all-potato dinners on everyone he sees.
As for me, I am finding myself dreading Halloween a little less than normal. It has been a totally different experience using the whole month to really think about Adam in a positive way. I think that October will start to feel less and less about the anniversary of my brother's death, and more about the month where I serve others intentionally because that is who my brother was, and that is who God requires me to be.