Hilarious - the wicked Mishi pops out again ;) I had a little boy just like that. Now he's a towering man, still prudent, but no longer afraid. He took after his mum, who only embraced scary rides in her 40s. I had good reason though: When I was 21 I went on a ride just like the one your Little Man chose at the Auckland Easter Show. My safety belt malfunctioned and flew off. As all my possessions were flung out of the ride, my boyfriend and his brother were grimly hanging on to me so that I didn't follow. It was horrendous. People below were screaming for them to stop the ride. We didn't even get a refund! Fourteen years later I was talked into going on a ferris wheel - a kiddy ferris wheel - with the little boy and his dad. I couldn't bear it. I actually DID make them stop it so I could get off. Father and son stayed on - so I was definitely more cowardly. Later that same evening, son decided to go on a giant bouncy slide, but once he'd crawled through all the tunnels to get UP, he did not want to release his grip at the top and go DOWN. So guess who had to climb up and slide down with him. Yeah mum. Oh, did I mention I was 8 months pregnant at the time? :P
Funfairs are not always fun. Or fair.
Posted on J October, 2012, in Family, Life, Motherhood, Parenting and tagged bad mommy, bad mum, cautious child, Disneyworld, first ever scary ride, Fun fair, gentle son, Honeymoon, kiddie-coaster, lego, lego blocks, Perth Royal Show, postaweek2012, riding a bike, roller-coaster, romantic sunsets, scary ride, scary rides, tears pouring down my cheeks, terrified child on scary ride, walking at 17 months, when opportunity knocks, Zoobs. Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.
LOL! I can so identify with little man. I happily watch everyone's stuff while they go on the rides. I absolutely HATE them. Once upon a time, my husband-then-boyfriend and I almost broke up because I refused to go on any rides with him at the fair. That ride you showed above? .....Never, not in a million years or for a million bucks!
His uncle...he who bungy jumped, he who did dogfights in the sky in WW 2 'planes - could not climb stairs/go up a tree/up a jungle gym til he was about Little Man's age. There suddenly comes a time when the fear begins to lessen and the self belief begins. Shame on you for laughing *LOLOLOL*
Can't imagine you afraid of anything, Mari! And as for your huge son - there's hope for Little Man yet ;p
Um....never? lol. He even screamed a little in the car today. But to be fair, that might have been my driving...
It's true I'm not afraid of anything much any more! Funny how motherhood makes you so much braver. I actually leapt on to a speeding cyclist after he knocked over my 4-year-old lad (the cyclist himself was flipped over the handlebars). Apparently I was roaring. It was only his fearful voice asking if my son was all right that stopped mamma-bear in her tracks. Felt a bit sheepish really - my reaction was to kill the threat first, then tend to the child afterwards. As for your little man - he is GREAT. Love him. He's made the leap, tried it out, hated it, but hey, he did it. Brave enough. He'll probably be a bit like my big boy, the one who watches his mates' backs while they tear around like loons.