Here’s a sampling of memories from my holiday… I hope yours, whatever you might celebrate, was just as wonderful!
Yearly Archives: 2010
it’s a simple term right? Especially during this time of year…
Believe…
“to have confidence in the truth, the existence, or the reliability of something, although without absolute proof that one is right in doing so”
That sounds so nice. So simple. So pleasant doesn’t it?
Believe…
With that simple sentiment in mind, hubs and I took our little gaggle for a ride on our local Polar Express over the weekend. I had high hopes for this train ride. I had procrastinated last year and missed the ticket booking boat. It bugged me immensely that I had dropped the ball so, this year I booked early and looked forward to our magical experience on the railway. I wasn’t disappointed. ;o)
We started with a trolly ride from our car to the train…
Honestly, we could have called it quits after that trolly ride alone. My 3 were so head over heels with the trolley that we could have *probably* passed it off as the Polar Express itself without anyone batting an eye. ;o) Of course we didn’t (after all, we had paid for 5 Polar Express tickets!) and made our way to the train, where we were met with excitement, hot chocolate and cookies as well…
We listened to the story of the Polar Express piped in over the train’s sound system and ooh’d and ahhh’d over the Christmas lights decorated all around our train car. It was magical………. for about 45 minutes, it was purely magical.
Then, reality began to set in.
It became a bit stuffy… and steamy… and loud. Yet, there was no way off. I caught a glimpse, at that point, of a purgatory of sorts. I would say “hell” but that wouldn’t be very nice now would it? ;o)
But I persevered… I sustained…
Simply put, I believed.
I believed in what I had boarded that train for. Not myself. No sir. After all, I’m a mama of 3 little ones… and my fellow mamas reading this know that we don’t board such trains for ourselves… we do it for our little ones. To see the light in their eyes, to try and re-live part of the wonder vicariously thru them. We do it simply to make them happy. Because it’s not about us after all is it?
We sit through the stuffiness… the crying… the spilt hot chocolate. We do it for them and and for the memory.
After all, life without memory is no life at all right?
Even though we would much rather throw ourselves onto the tracks to be run over by the 5mph Polar Express train.
But I believed… and I made it off in one piece. With some fabulous memories intact as well. :)
