Redbudlover
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IS THE WORLD REALLY ROSE?
Ah Ha! I bet you think this is a not so obscure reference to seeing the world through rose-colored glasses! And you would be wrong and you would be right. This is exactly that. This trip is all about seeing the world through a roses eyes Amelia Rose, my greatly loved DGD, all of 19 months. Her first trip and the first trip of my beloved DS, Slappy Pinchbottom and his wonderful wife and my DDIL, Mabs. There might be some elements, though, of seeing through a glass half full and moons that are never dark. And of course there is a happy ending! This is after all, a pre-Trippie! It is written by a true believer in dreams coming true. And it is my dream to go with my kids to Disney World and share with them the magic and happiness I feel there even if they are adults now with families of their own....
I wasnt able to take them when they were little and I was a single mother. I wasnt able to go myself until about 12 years ago. But as soon as I did I knew I had to take them there and show them this wondrous place - my happy place.
There was a slight problem. I had the small obstacle of two DSs who had renounced the Worlds Happiest Place as a tribute to huge corporations and conglomerates, not to mention a place of the most glaring sort of ugly consumerism
but I knew better and I knew my dream of going with them was going to come true. And it did, of course. It just took 11 years or so. I just had to keep believing
though I was beginning to think it would take a miracle. Well, miracles happen
The cast of Is the World Really Rose
The cast of this trip include my DS36, DDIL45, DGD19months and myself, 60, known as Redbudlover for my penchant for gardening and planting redbuds in particular, which I find heartbreakingly beautiful. One of the first colors of the spring, they peek out from behind other larger leafless trees creating hope that another long winter will finally end. They are the sign that morels can be found under the leaves of old oaks, for those willing to hike and poke beneath the rotting wood of broken branches. And they are so fickle, for just as they reach the peak of their beauty, being savored by those who wait all year for the transcendent beauty of these lovely trees, tiny finches descend upon their branches in a storm. Little hordes of rapacious finches who can, and sometimes do, devour every blossom within a short couple of hours.
Sorry about the sidebar about redbuds I can get going about those finches like plagues from the Bible oops I wont get started again
I set out to raise my sons as critical thinkers, independent and caring. But I wasnt counting on that to mean that they would, in a loving and caring way, refuse all my entreaties to accompany me to the world. But that is just what they did. Over and over and over again for years. Ad nauseum, I might add.
Come with me I urged them. It is wonderful. You will love it. I want to take you. I will pay. Mema, they said, Wipe it out of your mind. It isnt going to happen! Well actually they said it aint gonna happen but I dont want you to think they are ungrammatical. I tried bribes, threats, and fainting spells and was working up a good case for guilt. But they, having been raised by me to be caring, independent, and critical thinkers, and knowing me, found all this hugely amusing.
They use to love Six Flags! And, I might point out, they still appreciate really good food. So how hard was it going to be to make their loving and wonderful mother a little happy? They didnt care about making their mother happy? What about that? A little sacrifice on their part involving entertainment, food and nice pools vs their mother's painful disappointment? You see the beginning of the guilt I was so very subtly sprinkling in the air? Didnt they trust me?
Didnt we have a good time when I took them to Niagara Falls when they were 8 and 12?
Apart from me, seriously, what about how great the place is? I would tell them about Tinkerbelle flying above the Castle and the Headless Horseman galloping past the parade path. I would show them my pins and pictures and souvenirs. I would tell them about the great restaurants, for heavens sake! I would bring stuff back with me for them. They always looked pretty apprehensive when I called them over to open their gifts, but in the end liked what I brought. ( Because I was very careful to bring them nothing kitschy. I know they dont like kitschy.) Would I take them somewhere and pay for it myself they wouldnt like? Hardly! I told them indignantly. When did I start to look like someone who didn't know heaven when she saw it?
It got me absolutely no where. Zitch. Zero. Nada. No where.
As a crafty shrewd old lady, though, I still had tricks they hadnt seen yet.
It was almost empty, but you know that bag they slip to all the new mothers in the maternity ward? Yes the one your mother didn't tell you about until your first child was born? That one. 
But I have to admit to becoming a little discouraged. And when they hit 30 and 34 respectively 
and I was still not sensing any softening, I knew this wasnt going well. (You notice the penchant for seeing things in a slightly pink light?)
But I was counting on something working somehow to get them to go with me. It was, however, looking like I needed a miracle. Well, that is what dreams are all about isnt it? Miracles? And one finally happened. The best miracle of all. The miracle arrived in the body of a tiny, gorgeous baby born February 24th, 2006 born to my eldest DS and his lovely Mabs.
The miracle arrived to create their family and live in their hearts, they who now love her beyond jewels, or anything else under the sun. The miracle was a tiny girl born on my grandmothers birthday, born on the morning my roses bloomed for the first time that spring. A child who stole my heart.
And I have to promise you that I never, not even once, saw this little part of my soul as a vehicle for my own desires. Nope. But I did, immediately, know that more than anything in this world, I wanted to go to WDW with this child. I not only wanted to show her the whole real world - I wanted to show her Disney World. Show her Mickey and Goofy and Donald. Take her on the teacups. Show her the dancing fountains and let her play in them. Watch her eyes light up at Spectromagic! And it didn't appear she was going anywhere without her dear old dad.
As much as I might daydream about spiriting her off like Peter Pan out the window, though, I knew I was going to have to convince my DS and DDIL that taking her there was a wonderful idea. Because the truth is I didnt just want to take her there myself to see the world though her eyes. I wanted to see the world through the eyes of my DS and DDIL as they saw it through hers. For her happiness and delight is theirs, and theirs is mine.
And that might seem sappy, but that is okay.
So how was I going to make all this happen? Change this 11 year old decision? Could I do it? Well it is pretty obvious as this is, after all, a Pre-Trippie. But how was I going to pull it off? Bribery? Abduction? Threats? Tears? Logic? Next chapter will tell all. Did I mention I didn't tell them I was going to make our BC reservations before I made the down payment? Hmmmmm. Did I mention the Pal Mickey I slipped into Amelia's bed???
Ah Ha! I bet you think this is a not so obscure reference to seeing the world through rose-colored glasses! And you would be wrong and you would be right. This is exactly that. This trip is all about seeing the world through a roses eyes Amelia Rose, my greatly loved DGD, all of 19 months. Her first trip and the first trip of my beloved DS, Slappy Pinchbottom and his wonderful wife and my DDIL, Mabs. There might be some elements, though, of seeing through a glass half full and moons that are never dark. And of course there is a happy ending! This is after all, a pre-Trippie! It is written by a true believer in dreams coming true. And it is my dream to go with my kids to Disney World and share with them the magic and happiness I feel there even if they are adults now with families of their own....
I wasnt able to take them when they were little and I was a single mother. I wasnt able to go myself until about 12 years ago. But as soon as I did I knew I had to take them there and show them this wondrous place - my happy place.
There was a slight problem. I had the small obstacle of two DSs who had renounced the Worlds Happiest Place as a tribute to huge corporations and conglomerates, not to mention a place of the most glaring sort of ugly consumerism
but I knew better and I knew my dream of going with them was going to come true. And it did, of course. It just took 11 years or so. I just had to keep believing
though I was beginning to think it would take a miracle. Well, miracles happen
The cast of Is the World Really Rose
The cast of this trip include my DS36, DDIL45, DGD19months and myself, 60, known as Redbudlover for my penchant for gardening and planting redbuds in particular, which I find heartbreakingly beautiful. One of the first colors of the spring, they peek out from behind other larger leafless trees creating hope that another long winter will finally end. They are the sign that morels can be found under the leaves of old oaks, for those willing to hike and poke beneath the rotting wood of broken branches. And they are so fickle, for just as they reach the peak of their beauty, being savored by those who wait all year for the transcendent beauty of these lovely trees, tiny finches descend upon their branches in a storm. Little hordes of rapacious finches who can, and sometimes do, devour every blossom within a short couple of hours.
Sorry about the sidebar about redbuds I can get going about those finches like plagues from the Bible oops I wont get started again
I set out to raise my sons as critical thinkers, independent and caring. But I wasnt counting on that to mean that they would, in a loving and caring way, refuse all my entreaties to accompany me to the world. But that is just what they did. Over and over and over again for years. Ad nauseum, I might add.
Come with me I urged them. It is wonderful. You will love it. I want to take you. I will pay. Mema, they said, Wipe it out of your mind. It isnt going to happen! Well actually they said it aint gonna happen but I dont want you to think they are ungrammatical. I tried bribes, threats, and fainting spells and was working up a good case for guilt. But they, having been raised by me to be caring, independent, and critical thinkers, and knowing me, found all this hugely amusing.
They use to love Six Flags! And, I might point out, they still appreciate really good food. So how hard was it going to be to make their loving and wonderful mother a little happy? They didnt care about making their mother happy? What about that? A little sacrifice on their part involving entertainment, food and nice pools vs their mother's painful disappointment? You see the beginning of the guilt I was so very subtly sprinkling in the air? Didnt they trust me?
Didnt we have a good time when I took them to Niagara Falls when they were 8 and 12? Apart from me, seriously, what about how great the place is? I would tell them about Tinkerbelle flying above the Castle and the Headless Horseman galloping past the parade path. I would show them my pins and pictures and souvenirs. I would tell them about the great restaurants, for heavens sake! I would bring stuff back with me for them. They always looked pretty apprehensive when I called them over to open their gifts, but in the end liked what I brought. ( Because I was very careful to bring them nothing kitschy. I know they dont like kitschy.) Would I take them somewhere and pay for it myself they wouldnt like? Hardly! I told them indignantly. When did I start to look like someone who didn't know heaven when she saw it?
It got me absolutely no where. Zitch. Zero. Nada. No where.
As a crafty shrewd old lady, though, I still had tricks they hadnt seen yet.
It was almost empty, but you know that bag they slip to all the new mothers in the maternity ward? Yes the one your mother didn't tell you about until your first child was born? That one. But I have to admit to becoming a little discouraged. And when they hit 30 and 34 respectively and I was still not sensing any softening, I knew this wasnt going well. (You notice the penchant for seeing things in a slightly pink light?)But I was counting on something working somehow to get them to go with me. It was, however, looking like I needed a miracle. Well, that is what dreams are all about isnt it? Miracles? And one finally happened. The best miracle of all. The miracle arrived in the body of a tiny, gorgeous baby born February 24th, 2006 born to my eldest DS and his lovely Mabs.
And I have to promise you that I never, not even once, saw this little part of my soul as a vehicle for my own desires. Nope. But I did, immediately, know that more than anything in this world, I wanted to go to WDW with this child. I not only wanted to show her the whole real world - I wanted to show her Disney World. Show her Mickey and Goofy and Donald. Take her on the teacups. Show her the dancing fountains and let her play in them. Watch her eyes light up at Spectromagic! And it didn't appear she was going anywhere without her dear old dad.
As much as I might daydream about spiriting her off like Peter Pan out the window, though, I knew I was going to have to convince my DS and DDIL that taking her there was a wonderful idea. Because the truth is I didnt just want to take her there myself to see the world though her eyes. I wanted to see the world through the eyes of my DS and DDIL as they saw it through hers. For her happiness and delight is theirs, and theirs is mine.
And that might seem sappy, but that is okay. So how was I going to make all this happen? Change this 11 year old decision? Could I do it? Well it is pretty obvious as this is, after all, a Pre-Trippie. But how was I going to pull it off? Bribery? Abduction? Threats? Tears? Logic? Next chapter will tell all. Did I mention I didn't tell them I was going to make our BC reservations before I made the down payment? Hmmmmm. Did I mention the Pal Mickey I slipped into Amelia's bed???
