Last Sunday on the BigTrip, Cooter was in hog heaven. His smile couldn’t get any brighter, and I’m pretty sure his face hurt from smiling so much. I know mine did, and I was just smiling from seeing his joy.
Does it get any better for a Mama?
My little guy is perhaps the biggest Star Wars fan there is. At least in the four-foot and under crowd. And last weekend was the Mouse’s last Star Wars weekend of the whole year. We were there for the very last day.
They pulled out all of the stops. Within the first forty-five minutes in the park, my littles had met Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia. When our Princess met their Princess, it was a photo-op on the grandest scale. The excitement was as palpable as the humidity in the air. And this is the South. We don’t play when it comes to humidity.
When it was his turn to meet Luke, my little Jedi walked right up and said, “Hey I can teach you to be a Jedi Knight. Even better than Obi-Wan Kenobi. He killed your father.”
Luke looked taken aback. He was a great actor. “Really? No. He’s my friend. He doesn’t kill my father.”
Cooter nodded and proceeded to share some other details of what happens in the story that were above my knowledge.
Luke crouched down in front of my little guy. He looked him in the eyes and said, “The Force is great with you, young Jedi. You know the past…..and the future.” Cooter nodded, quite serious.
*sigh* If only he were as enthusiastic about learning real facts.
It was delightful. Have I mentioned that already? And hot. And crowded. As all good celebrations do, they had a fantastic parade with lots of characters that I had to keep asking my seven-year old who they were. We drank water and held tight to little fans spraying water on our faces and continued on through the day, continuing to be more and more excited. And impressed. And happy.
My crew was happy.
Then we were sitting, waiting to see the Indiana Jones stunt show. I’d heard it was really good, and I knew it could get packed. We found our seats in the middle of a downpour. Thankfully it was a covered shelter. Not so thankfully they cancelled the last show of the night due to the inclement weather. Ah well. Win some, lose some.
Not to be brought down by the storm, Cooter asked if we could go to the Indiana Jones Trading Post. We dashed over in the sprinkle that turned into another full rain. As we were waiting it out, I looked over. And I tried not to stare. I leaned down and asked Cooter, “Who is she? Is that Padme?”
He looked over. And nodded.
No lines. We were all just waiting in the open air shop, avoiding the downpour. Well, good deal. I smiled and she waved with a shy smile.
I am my Mama’s child sometimes, not afraid to approach a stranger. Especially when it comes to my children. “Is it okay if we come over?” She smiled bigger and nodded.
Standing with her was another young woman, dressed as Boba Fett. With hat, shirt, shorts (okay–it’s hot, I get it), and artillery. They both had official Planet (fill in appropriate one here–I can’t remember) name badges. We excitedly talked with them and then we asked if we could get their autograph.
Padme seemed hesitant. “I mean, if it’s okay? I don’t want you to get in trouble.” I wasn’t sure if they were allowed to when they weren’t in an official line. I mean, who could know what their rules were?
“No, it’s fine. I just wouldn’t know how.” Y’all, I was still in the dark. She was dressed as Padme, had a badge, so she was their official Padme, right?
Turns out she wasn’t. You could purchase similar badges in some of the shops in the park, according to my oldest, Aub. *sigh* Okay. These were two very enthusiastic young Star Wars fans who lived not too far from the mouse house, and they had dressed up to attend the closing day for the Star Wars celebration.
Ah well. I hated that I’d bothered them.
And yet they stayed in character. They talked with my children as though they were paid to be Padme and Boba. Two of my crew’s favorites. They did sign their “names” and did a really good job of it.
But what they did best?
Shined light brightly on that dark, rainy Sunday evening. Do my children believe they met the “real” Padme and Boba? I think so. One day they may read this and learn the real story. And that’s okay too.
Because what I really want them to carry away from the moments with those two beautiful spirits is–
Make yourself interruptible.
Especially when you have the chance to bring someone else some joy.
They gave of their time. I expect we interrupted a conversation they were having. At any moment, they could have looked at me and said, “Look, crazy lady who looks like you’ve had a LONG day and have very few brain cells left–we are not the characters you are looking for. Move on, and take your little ones too.”
But they didn’t.
They talked and smiled. And signed names they had likely never signed before.
And they made little ones smile and feel happy and made dreams come true.
To my littles and anyone else who’s stuck with me this far–
anytime, you have the opportunity to do that.
Just do it.
The joy you share in a moment given freely and completely–
that’s the best. That’s the real Force.
Love to all. And may the Force be with you.