This was the face of utter anxiety. Sadly for Rio, I'm stone cold and cannot be broken. While standing in line, for the majority of rides at Disneyland, Rio had complete meltdowns.
"Do I have to go on this ride Mom?" Rio cried and pleaded, before every ride.
"You know the rule," I explained for the one hundredth time. "If we come to Disneyland, we go on ALL of the rides."
His tears were convincing, and random people in line were sympathetic, shooting me dirty looks and shaking their heads. I know, what kind of mother am I...forcing my child to do something he doesn't want to.
"Mom...my stomach hurts," Rio held his stomach in agony. "I don't feel good!"
The dirty looks quickly turned to looks of fear. It was understandable, there was a chance he wasn't bluffing, but it was a chance I was willing to take.
Does this look like a kid who didn't benifit from my magic rule?
Who am I? I am the parent standing in the back of the PTA meeting pretending to care about such trivial issues. All while feeling this is a complete waste of time. Screaming inside my head, "You've got to be kidding me!" Has it really come to this? Don't bother to look around; you won't be able to figure out who I am. In fact blending in has become a survival skill that I am quite proud of. Standing in the back with my heart racing, afraid that my thoughts will somehow escape my mouth without my permission and I will be exposed. I will be exiled and everyone will think I am crazy. But from where I stand, crazy seems to be running the show these days. Speaking up is hard, voicing an opinion that you are conditioned to believe is unpopular, even harder.