I was planning a trip to L.A. to see some girlfriends. We were flying in from different parts of the world and it was supposed to be a few days of fun, rest and relaxation. No one was bringing their kids.
But it was eating me up. How could I be near Disneyland and not take my three year old? Even though I chose a flexible career that allows me to spend lots of time with my son, the working mother in me felt guilty!
Yet in weighing the pros and cons, I knew he wouldn’t really enjoy Disneyland to the fullest at his young age (that big black mouse would probably scare him to death) and missing nap times to make the most of those expensive tickets would guarantee a cranky child and cranky mom!
After talking to my friends and family, I was assured my son wouldn’t remember Disneyland at his age and that it was a good thing for me to enjoy a get away with my girlfriends. At last I felt satisfied with my decision and I booked my solo ticket.