Once upon a time a mama took her four children to the Magic Kingdom while her husband was in some meetings….
It was very hard to get there. We had to wait forty-five minutes for a shuttle from our hotel, but we didn’t mind. We knew that we were going to the place dreams come true.
And when we did finally get there, it was everything you want Disney to be.
After about two hours though, it got a little harder.
The lines got longer.
The rides were a little scary for some of the children.
It got hot.
We all wished this was the real Fairy Godmother, capable of some magic cool breezes and shorter lines.
Or that one of these boys could get the sword out and become king, thereby getting us to the front of every line.
Because let’s be honest, those are the dreams we wanted to have come true.
We had feet that hurt, sunscreen that didn’t work very well, and water bottles that constantly needed refilling.
One boy was terrified of roller coasters, another cried because he couldn’t decide on a souvenir, and by the time Mr. Fantastic arrived after his meetings we were almost ready to pack it on back to the hotel.
The kids all felt like this:
We rallied them and did a few more fun rides before we raised the white flag on the day.
As we dragged along out of the park it started raining, and three of the children had emotionally exploded. Then suddenly we saw a full rainbow in the sky.
And I let the sight of that majestic beauty fill me up with its message of love.
A month from now no one will really remember how hot it was outside of Space Mountain, how long we waited for the Jungle Cruise, or how sad they were that they didn’t get the toy they wanted.
They will say it was the best day ever.
And I will laugh, think of that rainbow, and have to agree.
Having your dreams come true doesn’t always turn out like you expect. But when you take a good long look at the rainbows in life, that doesn’t seem to matter as much any more.
Best. Day. Ever.
