" Hey Mom, some kids from the Disney Channel are here for the grand opening of the hotel. You should bring the girls by."
This is a message I received from my son late this afternoon. He is a lifeguard at The Great Wolf Lodge, a new family water park resort in our town.
Well, I've taken my younger daughters to a great many Radio Disney appearances in the past as it is a fantastic way to win free tickets to a lot of concerts and events. So, my eleven year old daughter and I jumped in the car and dashed to the hotel.
Holy smoke! The throng of humanity attending this event was amazing. Like any grand opening, there was all sorts of entertainment. The real draw, though, was for the teen Disney idols. There were hundreds of tweens and children there. At least one parent, if not both, were with them. The kids were smiling, anxious and full of anticipation at the very thought that they were in the same building with these idols, much less moments away from meeting them face to face!
As my daughter and I were making our way to the back of the mega-line to meet these kids I heard a high pitched squeal and saw my daughter embracing a little girl friend she has known for years. I made eye contact with her mom and I know we both felt "Thank goodness! Another mom I know in the midst of this insanity!"
Our girls dashed off together to try to catch a glimpse of the mega stars through a window. I waited in line for a while then abandoned my spot to find my child. Giving up my spot, it turned out, meant that we would never get to meet these kids.
My daughter was a little disappointed when we tried to get back in line and it was closed, but she still had a fun time. We got one autograph from someone who is apparently mildly famous, but we've never heard of.
After about an hour or so of the Disney frenzy we were caught up in I started thinking to myself, "The person these kids are dying to meet is a human being, just like we are. A precious child of God. They are no more important in the grand scheme of things than we are." Of course the major difference is that this kid had kissed Myley Cyrus and the rest of us are average Joe's, going to school and working regular jobs.
For me, the real pleasure was getting to spend time with my daughter. She enjoyed being with all those kids and her chance meeting with a friend. She knows that I gave up an evening, without complaint, to take her to this event. She will remember through out her life time that her mom did these things with her and she, in turn, will remember that when she is a mom. That was the real treasure of the evening.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
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