Before becoming a mom, I would discreetly roll my eyes at my friends and acquaintances when they talked or posted about getting excited over things like Disney on Ice, a children’s movie, or basically anything that wasn’t actually exciting for adults.
Like, really? Give me a break.
Then I became a mom.
I’ll admit that I’ve gotten low key hyped over things like discovering Romp n’ Roll or finally finding a sippy cup that doesn’t leak, but until this weekend, I hadn’t experienced momcitement.
Momcitement (n) an excited state or condition in which a mother loses her shit over something geared towards children.
Late Saturday afternoon, we took a trip to Busch Garden’s Christmas Town. Much like being a parent, on paper, this sounded like bad idea. The plan was to arrive at Prime Witching Hour (4pm) and walk around the park for a few hours. We have a two week old who nurses every 2 hours, and oh yeah, I’m still recovering from that c-section that hurts like a sonofabitch. Jack normally goes to bed at 6:30, and the trip would be throwing off our entire routine (we’re Bedtime Nazis.) Oh yeah, and it was cold. Did I mention we have a newborn?
But much like being a parent, we knew that even though it sounded bad on paper, it’d probably going to be worth the hassle.
And ohmygod we were so right.
It was so fun to see Jack get excited over riding a train and watching a Christmas light show and riding a carousel. It was the first time we’d really been able to experience something vicariously through him, and I thought I finally understood those parents who were stoked about scoring a Hatchimal.
But then the Sesame Street area happened, and I’m forever changed.
Jack is obsessed with Sesame Street. He (we) watches it every day, and it makes me want to bang my head against the wall. But it’s also the only thing that stops my 100 miles a minute toddler right in his tracks, so I love it.
Anyway, Busch Gardens has a “Sesame Street Forest of Fun” area, so we knew we’d have to make a stop there. It was dark and kind of empty (because, Santa) when we arrived, and we thought the coolest thing for Jack would be looking around the gift shop. He immediately found a stuffed Cookie Monster (his favorite monster) and started carrying it around.
Cory had wandered away for a few minutes, and we had picked up a few obscenely overpriced gifts for Jack when he came back and whispered to me, “Cookie Monster is here!”
Oh shit, ya’ll.
I dropped everything in my hands, grabbed Jack, and started literally jogging after Cory like I was about to meet a goddamn celebrity.
As we made it to the other side of the Forest of Fun, I felt like we had won the freakin’ lottery when I saw that there was virtually no line to meet Cookie Monster. As we stood behind the one family in front of us, I was giddy. GIDDY.
(Are you kidding me? Who am I?)
And then it happened. We turned the corner and Jack was face-to-face with the Cookie Monster, and he was floored. He stared at him for a just a moment before squealing and going in for the biggest, longest hug.
And in that moment, I wasn’t looking at some probably-sweaty dude in a costume; I was looking at magic. It was real for me, because it was real for Jack, and it was simply the sweetest thing I could have imagined.
Yes, we got home super late; and yes, I spent most of Sunday in pain and on the couch with a heating pad on my stomach; but much like being a parent, I wouldn’t change a thing.