I took the kid to see Disney on Ice. It was a close to last minute decision, but I thought we needed the Mommy-Daughter date and went with it. I even decided to put on a dress and get her into her princess dress. I didn’t tell her where we were going, just that we were having a date and that it was a surprise.
When we walked in to the arena she could see all the merchandise right away and she recognized the princesses, but when we got to our seats she still didn’t know what exactly it was. Two men came out and did a little show to entertain the kids before the big show started, the kid saw they were on skates and she turned to me: “I get it now! It’s a skating show!”
Until now the kid has only really been exposed to hockey as a sport on skates, but I was a huge figure skating fan when I was a kid, from the time I saw Lizzie Manley win a silver medal in Calgary, so it was exciting to introduce her to it. I was excited to watch her reaction to the skating and the music and the characters, but I had no idea.
When Mickey and Minnie were introduced as the show’s hosts the kid’s jaw drop. I have rarely seen her so intensely excited. I almost cried.
The magic was real.
She was just as excited when Ariel showed up (which is awesome, because I love The Little Mermaid), and then Belle, though she has yet to see Beauty and the Beast. When I offered to buy her something she chose a small Ariel doll, which she played with before the show, on the walk home and then in the bath.
I’ve been missing magic for a long time. I remember wishing for that innocence again, even when I was in high school. Now I have the magic, she showed me.