Scary Indiana Jones

They went on Indiana Jones, while I waited on a secluded stairway in the shade.  Ahh, it was relaxing.

Walking off the ride, they did not look happy.

The ride scared the little guy.  He said nothing.  He only buried his head on my shoulder for about five minutes.  I couldn't determine how much of his behavior was fatigue and how much was fear.  We just sat on the stairs and cuddled.

Somehow, they suggested that I ride on Indiana Jones by myself.  Then Dad suggested we all ride it together.  I said, "No way!  It's too scary!"  They laughed and pulled me into the line.  I really didn't want to ride it, but I was amazed that my son was willing to ride it again even though it scared him.  I faked being calmly scared the whole time to the delight of our formerly scared boy.

We all rode it together!  It was a dark, bumpy, thrashing ride in a 'jeep', but luckily I did not get nauseated.  My stomach was a little unsettled...

And so we ate some ice cream!

We are so proud of our son for dealing with his fear so well.  We validated his fear by acknowledging that it was a dark ride with unexpected turns and jerks. We told him we understand how that could be scary.  I didn't want to ride it.

 We are so proud of him for choosing to ride it again without prompting.  For a six year old, successfully riding a scary ride is a huge victory!   It helped that he loved to see me scared!  He loved to be the brave one, knowing what was coming next. 

None of us know what is coming next.  We just try to handle the unexpected the best we can.  Let's have some ice cream!

Love,
Alison