Disney for his Birthday

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Nico at The Caribbean Walt Disney Resort 

March 5, 2014

It was Nico’s sixth birthday and I wanted to throw him a birthday party but I thought that the money I would spend to throw a party could be better spent at something he likes to do, like going to Walt Disney World rather than having a four hour party where other parents “ohh and ahh” their own kids accomplishments.

“Look at little Bobby, he can tie his own shoe.”  

:He was feeding that lace up his nose earlier” – I’d more than likely think to myself.

So I’d rather enjoy Disney. We have annual passes. Those passes use to be so expensive and would require payment in one lump sum. But now Disney World allows the payment to be broken up over twelve months. It’s a lot easier that way for parents on a budget.

I try to go for the full experience with the boys so we stay on an onsite resort. I think the experience is more for me. I still haven’t gotten the Disney magic out of my blood. My sons would be all right with sleeping in the mini van as long as one of the theme parks were on the daytime agenda.

When we arrive to the Disney Polynesian Resort I can’t help but feel like I’m in another place. Such as the state of Hawaii. The landscaping is a lush green. The greenery surrounds The Great Ceremonial House, their main lobby of the hotel. It’s built with large wood planks that jettison out of the brush towards the sky in a crisscross manner. There is a large over hang for valet parking. The monorail trains tracks that are sixteen feet in the air runs along side the great building. The boys love seeing that futuristic train every time we’re at the park.

“ALOHA!” A staff members shouts.

“Aloha, aloha,” I say

I was never quite sure how to use that word. Did I just say hello and good-bye or good-bye and hello?

“Are you checking in, sir?” he asked.

“Yes, I am”

“No we’re not daddy. We just park here to avoid paying to park the car in general parking,” my son said.

Haha- I can only laugh at my embarrassment.

“Kids. Gotta love their honesty, I suppose. Look boys coy fish”

I tip the valet extra money to shut him up and appease his mocking look and to disguise my embarrassed look.

I walk silently as we enter The Great Ceremonial House. My sons enjoy walking into the automatic doors eye beam that causes the glass doors to slide open, then close.

“That’s enough boys. You have a soul,” I mutter.

The entrance is surrounded by cascading waterfalls and a stream of fresh water in a man made creek of lava rocks and concrete.

“Wow, just like Hawaii” – I thought. I’ve never been to Hawaii but I saw an episode of Magnum PI once so I kind of had an idea.

“Aloha!” another cast member announces as they place a plastic flowery lay over my head and around my neck.

“Hey, I got laid already,” I said. “That was quick.”

The cast member smiled. Said “aloha.” And moved to another guest.

“He must hear that joke all the time” – I thought as I watched one of my sons rip his lay off his neck and throw the flowers into the waterfall off to left of the main lobby.

The resort is grand and ridiculously over the top with it’s theme. But damn it’s nice to forget about life for a while.

“Number two, daddy,” my son asks me after enter the elevator.

“Yes press number two so the elevator will take us up.”

“No daddy. I went number 2.”

“Then press number one and lets go back down. The bathrooms are on the first floor.”

My sons, both of them, keep me moving throughout the day. To see them have fun with each other as they begin bonding with age is magical. It’s as magical as Walt Disney World this particular birthday.

“Come on dad,” Nico shouts, “the monorail is coming.

I look over from the register where I’m buying a cream cheese pretzel. Both my sons anxiously waiting on the loading platform. Kids being kids.

“That five dollars and fifty cents, sir,” the cast member said.

I hurriedly reach for my wallet to pay for the treat. I have to rush to catch up with my boys. I’m the adult here and they need me to hold their hand. I need to enjoy it before they’re all grown up. Besides someone has to be the responsible adult.

“Oh no,” I said while trying to find my wallet, “be right back. My son has my wallet.”

Yes, Walt Disney World for his birthday. A place where adults can be a kid.

“Nico, bring me my wallet!”

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