Growing up I would see my Mom or my aunts sitting at the exit of every roller coaster or thrill ride at Disney World, waiting for the rest of us to come out.
I used to think: Come on, it's so much fun!
As a teen I would see my Mom (or my aunts) again sitting at the exits, chatting away while the rest of us went on to high heights and thrilling thrills.
I used to think: Good grief.
As a new Mom, I would see groups of Moms (of all ages) waiting at each exit ramp for their loved ones to come out.
I used to think: I'm never going to be a Mom like that . . . I'm going on those rides with my family . . . I'm going to be a cool mom.
Well, yesterday at Six Flags I realized that I have officially become one of those moms...
The kind of Mom who walks her family to a ride, wishes them well, then sits/stands at the exit ramp holding everyone's drinks, hats, and keys.
Now I think:
Why do I want my spine rearranged?
Why do I want my neck to be whipped about?
Why do I want to be dizzy? And light-headed?
What, am I stupid?
No, I have officially crossed over to the smart side . . . I just don't know why it took me so long.