1 Mother 2 Another

Yes, you read it right. My girls came,
they saw, they kicked some dinosaur butt.


I honestly thought it would be a big deal, and both girls certainly
expressed concern at different times up until the moment we joined
the party. The host even rearranged the order in which the party
would run so the girls could skip walking the dinosaur trail with
as little humiliation as possible. But I kept them moving and tried
to make it not a big deal, just to see how far they’d go.


Apparently all the way.

We went outside to claim our picnic
benches for the feasting festivities still to come, and all the
kids began playing on the small climbable dinosaurs. And somehow it
was simply time to walk the trail, and both girls got swept along
by their friends and found themselves at the head of the trail.
They both spoke up a bit, and Cora had me carry her, but she wanted
to keep up with her friend Ahna so we kept walking – right up
to the first dinosaur.


Maddie was ahead of us; she’d looked worried as the group
started down the trail until her friend Maya walked over and kindly
said, “Maddie if you’re nervous I’ll hold your
hand.” My big girl marched bravely forward with her friend
and walked right up to the first beast. Maddie stared that thing in
the face, then turned around with her photo smile plastered on her
face and said, “Take my picture with this silly
dinosaur!” Cora stared and listened to the roaring for a bit,
then said, “Ok, mom, let’s go closer.”


When we moved on towards the second dinosaur, Cora ran up to her
friend Ahna and said, “Ahna, hold my hand so I won’t be
scared.” And from that moment on, no Mommy was required.


All the moms were incredibly encouraging, praising both girls for
their bravery in overcoming their fears. And my two brave ones were
relieved and proud – and telling everyone how happy they were
that their friends had helped them.


It takes a village to bring a child to a dinosaur.