I went to Disneyland today with the Cross family and another missionary family, whom live in Compiègne. Emma, the second oldest, who explodes life from every pore of her being, wasn't well this morning. We journeyed forth with a van load of 7 only to experience the first round of up-chucking before pulling out of the driveway. We were going to Disneyland with the hope that once was all that was needed.
This was my first time in any Disney amusement park and my first ride was Space Mountain 2. I, literally, giggled the whole time. I sat back relaxed, took in a breath of air and let the ride take me where it whilst. The picture taken of me during the ride revealed a grin. I giggled and grinned without anyone having to know, having to care, having to notice.
Then venturing to the next line poor Emma preceeded to continue her onslaught of up-chucking. I stepped forward taking her hand and the yellow, filled ziploc bag and hunted for a wash room. It hit me several minutes later, still hunting for a wash room, that I could throw away the bag. Who would carry around a bag full of up-chuck around Disneyland anyways? It may sound dégoûtant, disgusting, but en effet, in fact, it was a beautiful moment. I didn't care that anyone could have seen me carrying around a bag full of yellow, floaty stuff or walking with a girl who's face was smeared with slim. I walked forward not even noticing. There was no shame there. No regret. Just compassion for a hurting girl.
The day continued with dancing in the streets with two 9 year old's, Claire and her friend from the other family; noticing the details of the dolls in "It's a Small World"; finding another bag for up-chuck to go; smiling at the la belle au bois dormant, sleeping beauty, castle in the distance; and pretending to play a star wars video game while sitting in a simulator.
It was a good day. Beautiful. Gentle. And may I say...serene.
Side note:
Disappointingly, my laptop is still down. I did take pictures, so the moment has been captured, just not revealed, at present. On Friday I am headed to a real castle, called Pierrefonds. Now that I've practiced being a princess in Disneyland, I'm ready for a grand château, castle.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Up-chuck Disney
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