We’ve been home from our trip to Disney for a few days and counting. As we get back into the swing of things and detox from our vacation hangover, everyone we come in contact with who knows where we’ve been immediately asks the kids what their favorite part of the trip was.
Piper will tell you is was the Expedition Everest roller-coaster, which I refer to as “the weird yeti ride”.
Nola will tell you she loved the Magic Kingdom’s Halloween party, except for the part where we made her sit through the Hall of Presidents.
And Gage will tell you his favorite thing ever was Buzz Lightyear, and I think he’s talking about the new-ish Toy Story ride at Hollywood Studios.
Yes, all those things were awesome. And candidly speaking, the trip honestly wasn’t at all about Michael and I “taking one for the team” and reluctantly spending 5 days in Orlando doing this we didn’t want to be doing, just because we wanted to be “good parents”. Truly and a little bit surprisingly, Disney World was a blast. I can’t wait to return some day when my whole family is over 44″ tall.
Everyone always talks about the Disney “magic”, and now I understand. It’s not mythical, it’s real. It’s a place where adults and children can spend time together and reconnect in the most basic way: having fun.
On more that a few occasions, this is exactly where I found all the magic. Sure, the rides were great, and the live shows were awesome. The employees or “cast members” were absolutely amazing, and the food was admittedly “meh”. But the reconnection I found with my children, especially my dear Nola, was worth every penny (and trust me, there were LOTS AND LOTS of pennies spent).
Often during the everyday strain of life, I forget to interact with my children in a joyful way. Sure, I bark demands and I reprimand them tirelessly. But being able to spend time with them for an entire week, doing things together that we both enjoyed, was absolutely priceless. I held my kids hands, and looked deep into their eyes more last week than probably the past 6 months combined.
And it’s true, you don’t have to go to Disney to reconnect with your children. I’m sure this type of joy can be attained in the very home you live in.
I’ve been anxious and stressed out now for a long time, and everyone under this roof can tell their own story about that. The innocent and childlike joy that feels so amazing has been missing in my life for a very long time. But today, I feel it. I feel reconnected to my children in a beautiful way.
Gah, it’s like I went on a romantic holiday with my 5 year old. But whatever works, right?
*linking up with Thankful Thursday over at Simple. You should too…