My mother-in-law told me to wear a pumpkin costume to hide my “extra rolls.” I’d given birth six months earlier, and my nine-year-old daughter heard every word. I thought that would be the worst part of Sharon’s Halloween party, but then I discovered what she’d prepared for our family photographs.
The night before the party, my daughter, Ava, found me standing in the laundry room, holding a black dress against my chest while our six-month-old son, Noah, kicked his feet in a bouncer.
“Can you do my makeup too?”
“Mom, can you still be a witch this year?”
“I hope so, honey.”
Ava studied the dress.
“Because last year you had the green face and the big hat. You looked like a real witch, but a nice one.”
“High praise.”
“Can you do my makeup too?”
I hung the dress on the door. I hadn’t worked up the nerve to try it on.
“Absolutely.”
She smiled and ran off to find her costume.
I hung the dress on the door. I hadn’t worked up the nerve to try it on.
My husband, Mark, found me staring at it.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Your mother’s party is tomorrow, and I don’t know if this still fits.”
Between work and night feedings, I barely had time for myself anymore.
“She said costumes are optional.”
“Your mother says lots of things.”
Mark gave me a tired smile. We were both running on broken sleep and reheated coffee. Between work and night feedings, I barely had time for myself anymore.
“I don’t want another joke about my weight,” I said.
“Mom doesn’t always think before she speaks.”
“Grandma said her party is going to be fancy.”
“Then maybe she should start.”
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