We went to Disneyland last night, intending to enjoy the holiday decorations and general Christmas cheer. We didn’t arrive until after 6 p.m., just as the new Candlelight Ceremony and Processional was ending. There was a bottleneck right at the entrance to the park as we waited for 500 choir members to walk by.
I got antsy, then I got tense. I stood there thinking, what if someone shot a gun off right now? What the hell would happen? (For those who missed it, I was at a crowded shopping mall on Saturday, and yes, it happened there. Fortunately, the kids weren’t with us.)
I leaned in to DH and told him, if something goes down, you’re in charge of DS, I’m in charge of DD, we run like hell to safety and convene later via cell phone. I remembered how DH and I got split up in the initial commotion, and the thought of losing the kids in a situation like that was making me a little nuts. DH told me he was having the very same thoughts.
After 10 minutes or so, Main Street was reopened and we were able to move again. Immediately, I felt better. We enjoyed a lovely, crisp, festive evening with the kids. But hours later, I am still angry that those thoughts even entered my mind, and that I felt the need to verbalize them. And I wonder how long I will continue to feel that way any time I’m in a very public place.
What’s on your mind today?