Take the trip.
Even if that means denying your children those spur of the moment toys (that add up) for a few months. You know they will get lost in their plethora of toys anyway. So, save up, Mama. Go without a few extra conveniences. And take the trip.
Even if it means taking the time to get with a planner and pinpoint each and every ride, meal, pass and event you want to see. Pick up that phone. You don’t have to wait until your 5 year old asks you if that princess was real or wearing a wig. Even if you alone have to have it all lined up, priced out and all but the “submit” button hit before you bring Daddy into the mix. Get planning, Mama. And take the trip.
Even if you do not have a ton of vacation to use and can only make it a long weekend — you may have to fly out on Thursday and be at the airport at 4 a.m. on Sunday morning so you can get life back in order before heading back to work on Monday. Even if you will be exhausted, or your kids will be running around the airport like lunatics or refuse to pull their luggage and insist on being carried the entire walk to your gate.
And even if it is your extremely tired child crying on the plane and you may actually have to plead with them that you will do whatever they want to just please stop crying. Just do it, Mama, give in. And take the trip.
Even if there are thousands of people lined up just to get into the entrance, or a 90-minute wait for the one ride that your child absolutely wants to ride again. And even if your 2 year old proclaims, “it splashed on my face,” and you weren’t on a water ride but rather three deep in a nasty public bathroom with automatic flushers. She will survive, Mama, swallow that vomit in your throat back down and bust out the sanitizer and wipes. And take the trip.
Trust me on this one. No amount of money, planning, tantrums, exhaustion or germs can ever outweigh the magic of a trip to Disney World. The anticipation alone will give your kids a warm tingly feeling. And you can use that planned trip as leverage to insist on good behavior, better grades, more chores completed — heck, whatever you want.
But nothing will compare to the complete magic on your baby’s face when she walks through those gates and gets a first look at the castle. The same castle that she has seen at the beginning of all her favorite movies and it is now right there in front of her. There will be a gleam — a sparkle — in her eyes as she takes it all in.
And it only gets better from there. Yelps of glee will escape your child’s mouth as she flies in the sky with Dumbo, shoots through the mines with the Seven Dwarfs and storms the barn with Goofy. And the magic — the belief — it comes flowing out of your kids as you watch them meet fairytale princesses who are real and can be touched, seen and interacted with. And nothing beats your child giggling while getting up on their knees on their seat at lunch and exclaiming, “Look, Mama! Here comes Minnnnnnie!”
And your babies will never forget if Daddy gets picked to be a knight in Stories with Belle (and he proceeds to play the part like a true hero Daddy). Or if your oldest gets to be the horse and actually gets to gallop up to Belle, and nails her one line, “neeeiiiggghhh.” You will never see her so proud.
Then the firework show will start, and the castle will come alive with colors and tell the tales of the movies that your babies love. And just when you think that there was enough magic for one day, Tinkerbell will actually fly from the castle! The awe and wonder in your childrens’ eyes will be something you will never ever forget.
Yes, you will spend a stupid amount of money for refill bubbles for the must-have bubble wand, a bottle of water will cost more than a Happy Meal, a full family meal will cost more than a week’s worth of groceries, and that dang stroller will be so annoying (and yet the biggest life saver), but it will be the most magical and memorable time of your life.
So, take the trip, Mama. Your babies are getting older. They may not believe for much longer. You can always go out and buy new cars and expensive jewelry later when your kids are grown, but you can never buy back time. And it’s time — now!
Take the trip.
Sarah (Pitson) Shrader was born and raised in Lima. She is a Lima Central Catholic and Tiffin University graduate. Sarah is a full-time working mama who enjoys writing about her somewhat crazy, always adventurous life as a mother. She lives in Bath Township with her husband, Paul, and their daughters, her writing inspirations, Maylie and Reagan.