This year we had neither the time nor the money to trek out to Walt Disney World, or any other theme park in the area for that matter. At not-quite four years-old, initially she expected that this trip would be a carbon copy of the last, and was planning what she would wear for dinner with Cinderella, and what she would say to Drizella this time around. We just very matter-of-factly explained that we wouldn’t be going to Disney this year, but we’d try to go again some other time.
She didn’t react. And she didn’t mention it once while we were there.
A bucket, shovel, and a strange pink plastic floaty were our big expenses for the week. The Gulf was a little cool, but nothing would keep her out of it.
When we weren’t at Clearwater Beach, there’s a beautiful park down the road from my brother-in-law’s house called John Chesnut Sr. Park where we had a cookout one night, and brought Chinese take-out on another. It was wonderful to watch her run around with her cousins while her baby brother enjoyed the breeze off Lake Tarpon, and how it made the drippy trees dance and sway. (Funnily enough, it’s the shelter and playground we used that are on their site’s virtual tour.)
This was a wonderful break for all of us. I felt a tad guilty taking her out of school for the week, but I think the quality family time was far more valuable for her than 5 days of JK.
Currently my head is a jumble of posts and articles. It’ll take a bit to sort them all out, but it’s amazing to see how a few days away can inspire and relax, all at the same time…