My Purple Hayes Daze

One cool thing about being a mom is reliving classic childhood moments and making them extra special the second time around just for your kid.

And consequently, one of the not-so-cool things about being a mom is coming to terms with the fact that your kid might not feeling that classic childhood moment you tried so hard to make special.

Yesterday, I took Hayes to the Big Apple Circus.  Rewind.  A friend told me she had four tickets for the Wednesday show.  So, I invited my friend Allison and her daughter Satya to make it extra special.  It was a huge coordination effort, but we arrived relatively on time.  Fast forward.  We entered the tent at Lincoln Center and I handed over the four tickets.  That’s when it was pointed out to me that our tickets were for Tuesday, October 28th.  Yikes!  This was supposed to be special.

Thankfully, the Big Apple Circus was nice enough to let us in anyway–after they informed us that the show was an abbreviated one, especially for the hearing impaired.  Yikes!  I wasn’t sure what that meant.  but we found out that it’s like any other show–only quieter.

We were escorted to our seats during the flying trapeze act.  It was amazing.  And it was classic.  Just like the circus ought to be.  Hayes was totally mesmerized.  And I felt pretty good about the special moment.  That is, until the flying trapeze act ended and all the bright lights went off and the house lights went down.  That’s when Hayes freaked out, starting bawling and was totally inconsolable for the rest of the show.  He said he didn’t like the circus and asked if it was time to go home yet after every single act.

So much for the special moment.