If this blog were to ever have a name change I think one option would be rollercoasterofmotherhood.

Seriously.

Toddlers are like roller coasters. They are exciting, heart-palpatating, terrifying, exhausting, adrenalin-inducing, amazing, I can’t take one more second of this, I want to go again round-abouts of emotion. Bubba’s and mine. Up, down, up again. Crying, laughing, frustration, joy, tears, happiness, curiosity, exasperation, love. Always love.

Then start again.

The Disneyland site describes Space Mountain as a high-speed thrill ride that hurtles you into the final fun frontier. I’d say that’s a fair description of parenting a toddler. But sometimes the final frontier is a little less fun. And other days it’s awesome.

I’m a lover of the roller coaster from way back. Give me, give me and give me more. But some days I just want to get off. Or at least to slow down.

Maybe to something more like Dumbo?

(I can’t wait until Bubba’s first trip to Disneyland. I’m planning that to be the Christmas before she starts school. Not that I want the next few years to fly by too quickly!)