Nicole Betker is a mother, wife, rabid Toronto Blue Jays fan and a pop culture junkie. Always having an opinion or something to say, it’s time this journalism grad found a place to share her musings on the acts of “adulting”.
Carson has become a Disney nut.
I promise. It’s not because of too much influence. OK, so maybe it was.
I’ve always felt there was something magical about Disney and all of Walt’s amazing characters. And nothing has made me smile more than watching these stories through the eyes of my son. Who knew that in 1994 when I went to Toy Story at the movie theatre, it would become my future son’s favourite movie. Or that we’d share a common love for a furry blue monster named James P. Sullivan. (Ok, I admit that one was my doing. His room is Monsters Inc themed).
Every Sunday, we sit on the couch together eat our supper and watch the Magical World of Disney. On weekend mornings, we start the day with a series of Disney Junior cartoons – wow, Mickey has aged well at 90.
He’s already been to DisneyWorld and will be making a trip to Disneyland soon (I’ll discuss the wonder of a Disney trip with a toddler in an upcoming blog) and I am so glad we have this common bond.
I love that we have this to watch, talk about, read about and plan a trip together (we’ve already been googling Disneyland ride videos, and planning which characters he’d like to meet.)
Having a common interest has been pleasant and important. It doesn’t matter what it is – art, a sport, cooking, barn animals, dancing – it’s the together time, the bonding time. And it’s those moments that matter most.
So when he is off doing “boy” things with his dad, I know that we have this. We have Sunday and the Magical World of Disney.