Every year my mother has a Halloween Buffet for family and friends after trick or treating.
Every year my mother dresses up as a witch for Halloween.
My mother has fourteen grandchildren, the oldest is twenty three and the youngest is five.
Warren is five years old, and being five years old Halloween, the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, and the Tooth Fairy is a part of his world, a big part of his world.
Warren asked my mother, his Grandmother, "Va what are you going to be for Halloween?"
My mother said, "Well, every year I am a witch. I have grey hair, I wear black and put on a hat."
"But Va," he looked perplexed, "You are always a witch."
My mother being the whole-hearted wonder woman that she is with children, laughed out loud knowing darn well what he meant- That since she wears black everyday, and has grey hair being a witch was not a costume but her everyday attire.
My Mother wants to recreate her costume for her last grandchild. That is what I love about my mom, children come first and their world is her world too.