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| Disneyland last year, look at Hazels feet- not even touching the ground |
Flashback: When I was a little girl, my family and I went to the store. My eye was caught by a wedding dress there that would fit a beloved doll of mine. I begged for it, and I cried too, I wasn't trying to manipulate my parents, I really needed it. My dad explained that mom could sew me an even better wedding dress for my doll but in my childish fashion, I wanted THAT one.
My parents went down the isle a little way to discuss, I eavesdropped. I remember hearing that my mom didn't want to give in, then hearing my dad say that if I thought that dress would truly make me happy then they should get it for me.
In one of the few battles I ever remember winning, my parents relented graciously and bought the over priced, mom-can-sew-a-better-one wedding dress. All of my sisters were at the store and they bought that dress for only me (of course I had to share it). I don't remember the others getting anything. Believe me when I say, we were not spoiled children. That is why this experience affected me so profoundly. I was so grateful. That little victory was my special day.
Flashback Again: Before the babies were born, I worried about how it would be for Hazel
and CC with 3 babies at home. As a mother, I have a strong desire to
give my children life experiences. Talking with Nathan, we decided we
should do a fun vacation. Grammy
Pammy's cousin, Kathy works at Disneyland and had an 'in" so six months
pregnant with triplets we took off for Disneyland.
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| Pride and kinship with Tinkerbell |
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| Simpering overpowering can't-even-stand-it-I-just-met-Rosetta at
Disneyland (Tinkerbell) |
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| I got to ride Dumbo and the Teacups, oh, and my motorized wheelchair that I accidentally ran Hazel over with |
The girls wanted to visit the princesses over and over, N8 wanted to poke his eyes out with a dull fork. There were so many other things to see and do. I didn't want us to be one of those parents that pushed and pushed to get to the next thing or jump in the next line. I remembered the wedding dress experience when I was a child. Let them have their day. It's for them. If they want to stand in line for princesses 3 times in one day, let them, this is what they want, it is for them. I don't want them to look back and think, Oh that was horrible, my parents pushed and pushed.
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| At Disneyland, Hazel wanted to pet goats
for about an hour, I think it felt safe to her after all the
overwhelming excitement of getting there |
