For months now my daughter and I have been awaiting for this weekend to arrive. From the moment that she received The Lion King musical tickets for her birthday, September 17th was marked on the calendar and the several months countdown to that stupendous day had begun.
As a Disney enthusiastic, The Lion King is by far her favorite show. Simba has forever been dubbed "her baby" and until the VHS player stopped working, that movie was played over and over in our household. So when she found out that not only she was going to see The Lion King up on stage, but the release of the 3D movie was coming out in theaters the night before, she has been on cloud nine. This was to be her weekend in paradise. Nothing was going to keep us away.
Or was there?
With a strategic plan of a tightly closed timeline, we were to view the first showing at the theaters right after work on Friday. This left only a 30 minute window to leave work and get there on time, but it was feasible. I called my husband as I approached closer to our home to have my daughter ready and waiting outside for me when I pulled in. He said that he would, and "Oh by the way, I hurt myself this morning."
Not thinking anything too much of it, I pulled into the driveway and got out to check on my husband while my daughterflew into the car eager to go. One look at him told me something was seriously wrong. The anguish on his face revealed how much pain he was really in. I knew plans needed to be changed. I told him that we would see the movie a different time and I told him to get into the car so that we could go to the hospital. He glanced over at my daughter sitting in the front seat with a grin that spanned from ear to ear and told me "Don't worry." He tried to convince me that he would be fine and to go have fun. Not being able to change his mind, I left him
to his own accord and brought my daughter to the movies.
While she could not contain her excitement through the entire show, I on the other hand could not enjoy myself.
My mind was wondering about my husband's health. I excused myself twice to call and check on him. I rushed right home afterwards and tried once again to convince him to let me take him to the hospital. Again, he told me "Don't worry."
While Simba, Timon, and Pumba may have sung "Hakuna Mata", I couldn't help but to worry about my husband. I felt guilty for not being there for him, and he felt guilty for making my daughter miss the show that she has been anticipating for months. I could not force him to go, and he decided that he would wait until this morning to see if it was any better and perhaps he would go today.
So once again, I am stuck in another dilemma. Will we see the Lion King musical today, or will we spend our day visiting the emergency room worrying about what could be wrong with my husband? The verdict is still out, but I can guarantee you that if my daughter and I drive to Crouse HInds Theater today, it will be with a cautious enjoyment.
Hakuna Mata? It's a great philosophy, but sometimes there is a need to worry.
As a Disney enthusiastic, The Lion King is by far her favorite show. Simba has forever been dubbed "her baby" and until the VHS player stopped working, that movie was played over and over in our household. So when she found out that not only she was going to see The Lion King up on stage, but the release of the 3D movie was coming out in theaters the night before, she has been on cloud nine. This was to be her weekend in paradise. Nothing was going to keep us away.
Or was there?
With a strategic plan of a tightly closed timeline, we were to view the first showing at the theaters right after work on Friday. This left only a 30 minute window to leave work and get there on time, but it was feasible. I called my husband as I approached closer to our home to have my daughter ready and waiting outside for me when I pulled in. He said that he would, and "Oh by the way, I hurt myself this morning."
Not thinking anything too much of it, I pulled into the driveway and got out to check on my husband while my daughterflew into the car eager to go. One look at him told me something was seriously wrong. The anguish on his face revealed how much pain he was really in. I knew plans needed to be changed. I told him that we would see the movie a different time and I told him to get into the car so that we could go to the hospital. He glanced over at my daughter sitting in the front seat with a grin that spanned from ear to ear and told me "Don't worry." He tried to convince me that he would be fine and to go have fun. Not being able to change his mind, I left him
to his own accord and brought my daughter to the movies.
While she could not contain her excitement through the entire show, I on the other hand could not enjoy myself.
My mind was wondering about my husband's health. I excused myself twice to call and check on him. I rushed right home afterwards and tried once again to convince him to let me take him to the hospital. Again, he told me "Don't worry."
While Simba, Timon, and Pumba may have sung "Hakuna Mata", I couldn't help but to worry about my husband. I felt guilty for not being there for him, and he felt guilty for making my daughter miss the show that she has been anticipating for months. I could not force him to go, and he decided that he would wait until this morning to see if it was any better and perhaps he would go today.
So once again, I am stuck in another dilemma. Will we see the Lion King musical today, or will we spend our day visiting the emergency room worrying about what could be wrong with my husband? The verdict is still out, but I can guarantee you that if my daughter and I drive to Crouse HInds Theater today, it will be with a cautious enjoyment.
Hakuna Mata? It's a great philosophy, but sometimes there is a need to worry.
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