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Thanks, clapton! I'm having a lot of fun on the shows for sure! Glad you're enjoying them too!Love you on the Dis Podcast Jackie!!
Thanks, clapton! I'm having a lot of fun on the shows for sure! Glad you're enjoying them too!Love you on the Dis Podcast Jackie!!
I've told our story before so my apologies to those of you who have read it...
My story is at the other end of life's spectrum and about my now deceased mother.
As a child I was a TV Mouse Club fanatic, even known to sleep in my ears, but we lived in the Midwest and, as much as I begged to visit Disneyland when it opened, traveling to CA was not something our family could afford in those days.
When WDW opened in 1971, my folks had retired to FL and I determined that I would take them on my dream to see the new park. I saved for nearly two years. When the the time came and I traveled to FL to pick them up my mother began to invent excuses to stay home...a familiar pattern and one that contributed to our strained relationship. This time, though, dad stepped in and announced that we ALL were going to Disney World! Begrudgingly, mom got in the car. The ride to Orlando was less than pleasant and by the time we were walking down Main Street I was beginning to regret coming.
Then we walked through the Castle. As we reached the other side, Mom saw the carousel. She grabbed my arm and literally shouted, "Can I ride it"? Dad and I glanced at each other, grabbed her little 4'10" body and nearly air walked her to the ride. As we boarded both dad and I thought she would be content to sit on a bench but evidently the woman dropped about twenty years since she spotted the carousel and insisted we "boost her onto this horse"! We did. Dad and climbed onto horses next to her and for the next two minutes I'm certain he and I sat with our mouths agape, watching mom have the time of her life! Who knew she loved carousels???
Dad and I both had tears running down our faces as we helped mom off the horse. She loved the rest of the trip...we all had a magical time and, as silly as it sounds, mom and I became closer following this.
Mom and dad have been gone for a while now and I have trouble hoisting myself onto that horse now, too. But every time I walk down Main Street and through the Castle I can feel them with me again. It's the same magic that touches us all...with no regard for age!
When DS was 6 he was chosen as the Junior Mayor of Mainstreet. The Fire Chief gave him a badge and told him his responsibilities. He needed to take naps like the real mayor but that his main job was to greet visitors. He was supposed to wish children with birthday buttons a "Happy Birthday" as well as anybody else he thought needed to be greeted and celebrated. DS decided to take these duties very seriously after his initial hesitation. He waved at all the CMs along the way and told him they were doing a great job! He wished children and adults a happy birthday when they were wearing buttons. All the CMs made a big fuss that the "Mayor" was around. Anna even asked him if he thought he could come to Arendelle and give them tips on village management. When we were ready to leave we decided to take the train to the Mainstreet station to leave the park. A little girl in front of us was wearing a birthday button. DS wished her a happy birthday and asked her if she was having a good time. She smiled and said yes but that she really wanted to meet Elsa and Anna. DS reached into his pocket and pulled out his "golden Fastpass" that he had been saving. He handed her the Fastpass told her that he had spoken to Anna, and that Anna and Elsa were waiting for her and she should have a magical birthday.
The look on her face was magical. The look on DS's face was full of pride. And I don't know who cried more me or the little girl's mom.
Our first family trip to Disney was in 2006, 2 weeks after my Dad died suddenly. I was born in 1969 so I literally grew up with WDW being THE place for families to go on vacation. My dad always wanted to take me there but my mom was desperately afraid to fly and not much braver when it came to long distance car rides (we live in Canada so it it indeed a long drive!). Anyway it never happened for me as a child. In January 2006 on a particularly cold miserable Canadian winter day, I stopped into a travel agent "just to see" what a Disney vacation would cost for our family of 3. That night I mentioned to Mom that I had been checking it out. About an hour later she called me back and said she had mentioned it to Dad and without hesitation he told her to call me back and tell me they wanted to help pay for the trip. This was on January 9th and with them paying for flights for us we booked a trip to Disney for February 1st. On January 16th Dad took a turn and didn't seem to be coming out of it, he was rushed to hospital and died on January 20th. We thought about canceling our trip but something in my head kept saying "Dad would want us to go". So on February 1st we were off! We arrived at Pop Century by 3pm, headed straight to Magic Kingdom and I swear as I walked down Main Street for the first time I could feel Dad there with me sharing my excitement. We did Splash Mountain and Big Thunder before our dinner reservation at Crystal Palace where our 12 year old got to meet Pooh, her preschool Disney favorite! As we left dinner it was almost time for the fireworks so we grabbed a seat on the curb. As Jiminy Cricket began to speak I again could feel Dad with me and I sat and cried like a baby through the whole show. (As I am typing this 10 years later, the tears are flowing!). It was an emotional time but I will be forever grateful to Dad for giving us the great gift of our first family vacation to Disney!
When DS was 6 he was chosen as the Junior Mayor of Mainstreet. The Fire Chief gave him a badge and told him his responsibilities. He needed to take naps like the real mayor but that his main job was to greet visitors. He was supposed to wish children with birthday buttons a "Happy Birthday" as well as anybody else he thought needed to be greeted and celebrated. DS decided to take these duties very seriously after his initial hesitation. He waved at all the CMs along the way and told him they were doing a great job! He wished children and adults a happy birthday when they were wearing buttons. All the CMs made a big fuss that the "Mayor" was around. Anna even asked him if he thought he could come to Arendelle and give them tips on village management. When we were ready to leave we decided to take the train to the Mainstreet station to leave the park. A little girl in front of us was wearing a birthday button. DS wished her a happy birthday and asked her if she was having a good time. She smiled and said yes but that she really wanted to meet Elsa and Anna. DS reached into his pocket and pulled out his "golden Fastpass" that he had been saving. He handed her the Fastpass told her that he had spoken to Anna, and that Anna and Elsa were waiting for her and she should have a magical birthday.
The look on her face was magical. The look on DS's face was full of pride. And I don't know who cried more me or the little girl's mom.
What a wonderful young man your son is! That is such a lovely story and I can only imagine how proud of him you must be.
Awww! Magic knows NO age!!I have to add mine, we started going to Disney in 1996 our oldest Dd was 12 at the time and back than Sleeping Beauty was not as popular and my daughter would always question why the faieries were in the parades etc but not Aurora fast forward to 2004 this Dd is now 21 with a baby boy on her hip an a diaper bag on her shoulder we are waiting in line for princesses for her sister who was 4 and I had found out Aurora was one of them but did not let her know that and when she rounded the corner an saw Aurora she lost it and began to cry she dropped the diaper bag an handed me my grandson as she ran over to greet Aurora it was priceless an I believe everyone even in line were tearing up as we watched my now adult Dd finally meet her princess for the first time. This is the exact reason I go for all the memories of my trips for which are many nothing comes close in my opinion
This reminds me of my last trip to Disneyland and California Adventure. My sister and I, both 40 something years old, took our teens on a 2 day visit. We were walking around the Paradise Pier area. Two CMs had a whole little activity area set up with hula hoops, ring toss, tiles with letters on them. Everyone was walking by ignoring them. They called out to us, so we stopped. 10 minutes of absolute hilarity ensued. They timed us trying to make a certain word out of the tiles...you try spelling supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!!! Then we moved on to a hula hoop contest. They made us all give it a try, including my teen age son. I have never laughed so hard in my life! The CMs liked playing with us so much they gave us an anytime fastpass for the whole group!
My youngest has developmental global delay, global apraxia. and sensory intergration dysfuntion (seeking especially auditory and any feeling of motion). Due to the distance and the cost of all her therapies we have not been able to make a trip since 2010. She was 27.5 months on that trip (developmentally between 15-18 months) and was not making any attempt at spontaneous communication with anyone outside of mama, abba (daddy), papa (her grandpa), oma (her grandma), and her sister. We were waiting in line to get autographs and pictures with Micky and Minnie the evening of our first full day in the world (coming from Montana we didn't even land at the airport until 4 pm). When she had met Donald earlier that evening I had to hand him her book and the pen. I figured that would be the case with Micky and Minnie. She went and took her autograph book out of the spot we kept it in her stroller (due to her needs we were using her stroller as a wheelchair at the advice of her medical team and therapists) and proceeded to go right up to Minnie Mouse and hand her the book and signed please. She is working hard on learning to say Hi Minnie without it sounding like H short i sound M sound short i sound N sound N sound short i sound short e sound and has gotten it to H i (long sound and this is the only word she does this in) Mi N ee.
Not me. I cry when I see the WDW gate on the highway, cry at the start of the morning shows, cry when I see Mickey and friends show up, cry during the fireworks, and basically cry any time something big starts to happen.
Ugh. You sound like me. I cry when the stupid plane is landing. And the thing is, I am known as a non-sentimental person! But as a kid we visited Disneyland once a year, and it was the best day of the year. So now we go to Disney World several times a year and, for some stupid reason, I weep like an idiot when I meet Mickey Mouse. I get so excited my daughter laughs at me. I gave up trying to figure out the emotions thing when it comes to Disney.Not me. I cry when I see the WDW gate on the highway, cry at the start of the morning shows, cry when I see Mickey and friends show up, cry during the fireworks, and basically cry any time something big starts to happen.
Ugh. You sound like me. I cry when the stupid plane is landing. And the thing is, I am known as a non-sentimental person! But as a kid we visited Disneyland once a year, and it was the best day of the year. So now we go to Disney World several times a year and, for some stupid reason, I weep like an idiot when I meet Mickey Mouse. I get so excited my daughter laughs at me. I gave up trying to figure out the emotions thing when it comes to Disney.
I also cry every time somebody does a good job singing the National Anthem. So maybe I am just weird.