Every October in our house feels like magic.
I’m Amanda, 36 years old, and mom to three incredible kids—Lucas, who’s eight and full of questions about everything, Emma, my six-year-old dreamer who sees wonder in the smallest things, and Ben, my wild three-year-old who’s still figuring out this whole world.
Kids playing in a room | Source: Pexels
My husband Jake likes to tease me, saying I turn our home into a “Halloween wonderland” every single year, but honestly, I can’t help myself. I just want my kids to feel the kind of joy I used to dream about when I was their age.
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By mid-October, our yard becomes the neighborhood’s favorite destination. Glowing pumpkins line the walkway from the sidewalk to our front door, paper bats dance across every window, and soft orange lights wrap around the porch columns like they’re giving our house a warm hug.
Pumpkins lined on the stairs | Source: Pexels
The kids’ favorite inflatable ghost bobs in the yard, and I always hang our big “Welcome, Witches!” banner right by the front door where everyone can see it.
Inside, I bake cookies shaped like pumpkins and ghosts, and we play Halloween music while decorating. Every year, we host a little party for our friends and neighbors, where the kids run around the house and the adults chat and catch up.
It’s always this beautiful mix of chaos and joy, and I absolutely love every single minute of it.
This year, we’d really gone all out.
The kids helped me carve pumpkins at the kitchen table, their little hands covered in pumpkin guts as they giggled and argued about what faces to make. Jake had spent an entire weekend building a fog machine from scratch, tinkering away in the garage like a mad scientist. I’d spent the night before Halloween outside in the cool air, decorating the fence and the stairs as best as I could.