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It’s that time of year again. The kids are fresh back in school, the leaves are starting to fall and the nights are a little cooler – and of course there is the scent of cotton candy and deep fried foods lingering in the air. The Western Fair is in town and Mason and I couldn’t wait to try out the new 2015 offerings.
I’ve said it before, and it never gets old, there’s something magical that happens once you walk through those big gates – memories come flooding back. What was once a parking lot has been transformed to a place where you get to relive your childhood memories of losing your tooth in a candy apple or having your first kiss on the double Ferris wheel. This year each gate of The Western Fair has been transformed in to a theme which just adds to the magic a little more.
Memories of R. and the times we spent together at the fair always come back when I walk through those gates. The time we spent together just walking around and looking at the lights, the time I was pregnant and spending all our money on lemonade and deep fried Mars bars and the time we brought our son to experience the fair for the first time (and last time together). Although attractions are added and taken away, the smell and atmosphere of the fair always stays the same. Good memories never leave.
I’ve watched my son grow through the fair. Each year he gets a little braver. I remember when he wouldn’t even think of going on those fast spinning rides, and now he’s going on numerous times in a row, while I watch from the ground biting my nails off.
For the first time this year I worked at The Western Fair. It was an incredible experience and really helped with the social anxiety I have been experiencing lately. Nothing like throwing yourself out there as a form of exposure therapy! It felt really good to help people enjoy their Western Fair experience and I met some really fantastic people (HI Khahy!!).
Mason and I attended opening night, even with the threat of rain, an opening night attendance is just tradition in our little family unit. The threat of rain quickly turned into reality, but somehow that didn’t dampen our spirit. We were still on that magical high of walking through the gates to experience memories we haven’t really thought of since the year before. I watched as Mason used his ride pass to ride the same spinning ride over and over. We were able to attend some indoor activities and visit some cute animals as the rain came down harder. I was thankful for my heated seats in my car by the time we were leaving though!
Memories were made, even though they were drowned out by the downpour, we still had a great time!
Things to know if you are attending the 2015 Western Fair:
- The parking is free on Western Fair lots. That being said, it’s best to get there early because I hear it can fill up pretty quickly during peak times.
- Admission is $15 for adults but if you go between 3-5 Monday through Thursday, you only pay $5 admission.
- The games are cash only this year (different from previous years where they accepted tickets only). Most games cost around $5.
- There are some old favourite shows and new amazing shows being put on this year. I highly recommend the Sinbad High Dive show which can be seen a few times throughout the day in the Imagination Park.
http://findingjoy.net/10-things-single-moms-want-their-married-friends-to-know/ written by Rachel at finding joy
I read this from a friend on Facebook the other day and I just had to share with my lovely readers!
I never expected to be a single mother, and truthfully I don’t feel like a single mother, but here I am in the single mother category, and this article makes me feel like I belong here.
I honestly thought he was going to live – probably even longer than I would. The thought of doing this on my own just was never an option. Even when they told us on my son’s first birthday that he was not going to live, I didn’t believe it. Bad things never happened to me, and he was something to me so it just couldn’t happen. Then it did. I remember my first words were “What am I supposed to do now?” I still ask myself that every single day – but we’re making it.
People tell me how strong I am all the time, and I thank them for their observation, but I am not strong. I do this because I have to do it. The person I was before this happened would never have been able to do this. I’ve been thrown into this role. I’m definitely not strong and far from perfect, but I try and that kind of makes me a superhero. I don’t go saving the planet, I just make sure dinner is on the table, and there is a roof over our heads, same thing…right?
One thing you may not know is that I am completely financially on my own. When R. died, I applied for survivor benefits for Mason. I was then told that the person I chose to have a child with did not work enough hours in his lifetime for us to qualify. Ever since I have been supporting us financially on my own. I work harder just because our government felt that someone who died young and had cancer for five years didn’t contribute enough to make his son’s life worth anything financially.
I mean, we get by. I try really hard to make sure he has everything he needs and I think I’ve been lucky a lot to make sure that happens. Part of the reason I have trouble fitting in with the single mom group is that I do this alone. When I hear people complain about how their ex-husband doesn’t take their child enough or they got ripped off in their child support hearing, I cringe. I can’t say anything bad about my ex – ever. He didn’t choose to leave. I’m not saying every single parent complains, and not every single parent gets child support, I’m just jealous that they still have someone else to help make the major decisions and be there for their children.
Also – please don’t ever tell me that you wish your ex would just die. It is a horrible thing to say (and yes, it’s been said to me more than a few times). If you knew what I go through, just read back a few pages on this blog and it will give you an idea, you wouldn’t wish this upon anyone – no matter how much of a “d-bag” your ex-husband is.
I love this article because the message is “friendships matter. Greatly.” – and it is so true. I can’t imagine how hard it would be to go through this without some good friends. I have so many friends who I don’t get to see all the time (busy single mom thing…read the article!) but I know they are here for me if I ever need them – and that’s where my strength comes from. I love every single one of my friends – even the ones who tell me how strong I am!