I guess I fall into the “lame” category when I tell you I hate amusement parks. I don’t really hate them, per se. I just hate the rides, which is 80 percent of an amusement park. The other 20 percent being overpriced junk food and games to win giant low-quality stuffed animals.
“Why hate rides?” you ask. They’re so harmless.
Not if you get motion sickness, they’re not. Throughout my youth, I suffered through many a trip to Six Flags Great Adventure in complete denial about my hatred of these machines built specifically to spin you around in circles until you puke.
I felt like everyone else liked them, so I was supposed to like them, too.
Well, it took me until my 20s to realize that there are a lot better ways that I can have a good time.
Then, last Thursday, this big ferris wheel began going up for a street fair right outside Shnook’s preschool. He was instantly obsessed.
“What’s that?” he asked as I dropped him off.
I explained to him (in completely neutral terms, I swear) the definition of a ferris wheel and all it’s components and purposes.
“Can we go on it?”
“Uhhh, yeah. Sure..”
What else could I say?
“Mommy is a loser and hates ferris wheels so you can’t go on one,” didn’t feel quite right.
So, from that moment it was all he could talk about. We went on Saturday and I had a polite conversation with my stomach before we boarded that bad boy.
He loved it.
I didn’t throw up.
We actually had a really great time! He was way more brave than I would’ve been at his age. He wanted to go on any ride that they would let him on, being that he’s only about 39 inches tall. This meant I also went on that big bumpy slide, which goes pretty fast when you’re sitting on a polyester blanket.
We even went back the next day with both Daddy and Fuzz. Even Fuzz got to go on a little bee ride with his brother.
* I added a few photos of the fair! Be sure to check them out!
So, do you ever do anything with/for your toddler despite an extreme fear or dislike?