The last time I was in Hershey Park it was 95F+ and humid. I was miserable pushing your stroller up and down the hills. In fact, I vowed I wouldn’t go back ’til Isabelle was three or four.
That was two years ago.
Yesterday rolled around and we were considering what to do today. The weather forecast predicted sun and temps in the low 70′s. Too cool for the pool, but just right for Hershey Park. I suggested Marc. We pondered the idea of doing something more relevant to Memorial Day (e.g., a parade), but couldn’t find anything local. Therefore, we decided to go to Hershey Park so long as Isabelle woke up in a good mood.
And you did.
So we went.
We stayed for four hours and had a great time. Our time there was book-ended with carousel rides, which Isabelle seemed to love as much as I do.
But, about three rides in we learned HELICOPTERS is a “children’s only” ride. I nearly had a heart attack when I watched my husband get up from the mini chopper, strap Isabelle in with the help of the ride operator, and walk away. I turned to the lady beside me, “I think I’m going to have a heart attack. That’s my two year-old on the ride by herself.”
She pointed to her four or five year-old daughter who was strapped into a mini helicopter in front of us. “The first time you let them go it’s always scary. But they’re always fine.”
That’s kind of a metaphor for parenting, isn’t it?
And Isabelle was fine and so was I. In fact, she was better than fine. She smiled as the helicopters spun around. She waved to us as we took pictures of her sitting by herself. Plus, I didn’t have a heart attack! (That would’ve been a crummy way to end our time at Hershey Park!)
While Isabelle must’ve relished the freedom of riding on some of the rides by herself, she was also delighted to have us ride alongside her on many of the other rides. Truth be told, even though I delighted in watching her bravely go on rides by herself, I was pleased she still wanted dear ol’ mom and dad to ride next to her too.