I went to Disney once before, in 1989 (or thereabouts). There was one ride I wanted to go on then: Space Mountain. I have no idea why, but I was fixated on it. When we got there, the first thing I did was ask where that ride was and, guess what? Space Mountain was CLOSED. Yep. I know, right? Unbelievable.
Fast forward (OMG-I just had to use a calculator to make sure this number was correct) twenty-six years to the present. Twenty-six years during which all of my friends and family were subject to hearing that story. Over and over.
I was going back to Disney with my daughter. It was her first trip there. It was her birthday present. It was all about her.
Except for this: this was all about me. I had a FastPass for us for Space Mountain. We got there. I made her take my picture in front of it. We found the FP entrance and went in. We got in line and…my daughter freaked out. She didn’t want to go on it! Now I had a moral dilemma. After twenty-six years, I was finally going to put this urban legend to rest, but am I the kind of mother would force my distraught daughter to get on a ride when she didn’t want to?
You bet I am.
The only way out of it is through it.
I think this is a good lesson for life in general.
N.B. In my defense, afterward she said it turned out to be her favorite ride at Magic Kingdom.
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Your daughter’s reaction reminds me of telling my son that I remember him hanging onto the fence at his preschool crying hysterically for Mommy! His response to that? “Oh, that was my favorite school!”
Sometimes I think that we know intuitively what is right for our kids (and ourselves!)…we just need to find the courage to trust it. 🙂