Ugh. Sinus infections suck. Can’t. Form. Complete. Sentences.
How am I supposed to do a chapter a day when my brain is foggier than my glasses on a cold day?
Do want to take a minute to say something about the cost of magic. Disney costs a freakin arm and a leg. I literally have to close my eyes when I sign the credit card receipts. But what Disney has is a level of customer service that is unparalleled.
My daughter Lily is.. special. She has anxiety problems as well as sensory modulation disorder. It means she tends to go from 0 to 60 in the emotional spectrum. Sounds are often too loud for her, and she constantly needs touch and compression. We got the special pass from guest services that let us use her stroller like a wheelchair so in long lines she had her own little bubble kind of.
Everything went really well until on the very last ride of the trip she left her special souvenir on the tram — her stuffed dog Lady. She flipped out. I haven’t seen her that upset for months. I ran to Disneyland train station on Main street and tried to beat the train we had just departed in Tommorowland. The train had just pulled in.
I probably looked like a mad woman- running up and down the platform screaming “Has anyone seen a little dog? Is there a dog on the train?” When it wasn’t there I started bawling too. What was I going to do? The Train conductor pulled me back off the platform and got the scoop. He went to the office and wrote me a little coupon thing. It said “No strings attached” It was a coupon that I could take to the store and get Lily a new Lady.
Of course that made me cry harder. It had been a trying four days managing two little ones among the Christmas crowds. Then add the extra considerations we take to help Lily and it was too much. I was also crying because I was touched. Disney is a company, they make money. That’s what they do. They didn’t have to do anything other than shrug their shoulders at me. But they personally wanted to make sure my daughter took the magic home with her.
“Why?” I asked the conductor.
“Because Disneyland is the happiest place on earth.”
I would have gladly paid the 29.99 for the dog a hundred times over just to make my daughter smile. But there is no price I could have put on that little piece of magic when the clerk brought out “Lady” and Lily scolded the dog for getting lost.
So, alittle bit off topic, but something I had to share.