Becoming My Father

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Growing up, I always knew I’d become my mom. It ran in the family, after all. She was turning into Grandma, and I favored her over my dad, so it stood to reason I’d turn into her. I never expected to become my dad. My family had a tendency toward vacations that were road trips. My dad has a bit of a nomadic side to him, so I think those road trips really helped ease that need to go, go, go. My dad was also a control freak. I remember half-teasing that he had a tendency to plan our vacations down to the minute. Trips to Disney. To California. Hockey tournaments. Busch Gardens. The Henry Ford Museum. Everything was thoroughly researched and plans made that we weren’t allowed to deviate from. It was intense vacationing. I swore I’d never do that. And I haven’t… Exactly… When the word came down that Denver’s original wish was going to be a no-go, I knew what that meant. A return to Disney World (his backup wish). This time we’d have the experience of last year (and the handful of missteps we made, rides we missed, etc.) to guide us… Which meant planning was going to happen. Turns out the teen is as much my dad, if not more, than I am. We’ve gathered books (these are just two of the 6 we have), watched every single Disney special on TV we could find, and I got the free Disney vacation DVD. We’ve written down what we missed that we want to see, and things we saw we want to do again. Denver has even located a map w/ approximate walking times between attractions (seriously). I’ve made meal reservations (we sort of flubbed this last time), and Denver’s plans are revolving around those times and the parks we’ve mutually agreed we want to visit each of our three days. Since he’s been gone most of the summer we haven’t gotten down to nitty gritty, and I’m still insisting on complete flexibility (not minute-by-minute) in our planning because things happen, and my dad is ill, and my mom has a horrific back (they are going w/ did I mention that?)–so flexibility is key…but we are going in with some plans this year. It’s oddly soothing. Just don’t tell my dad I said that. Read more »


by Sarah Cass

Multi-published author. Mom of 3 special needs kids. Wife to 1 good man.
Redefining Perfect every day.


You Know You’re In Disney When – Disney, Universal, Make-A-Wish

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I’ve been to Disney a few times in my life. The first time I was 5, and really don’t remember much beyond what the pictures show. The second I was 10. Then 18. The last time I went I was in my twenties, about 23, I believe. On that last trip I only had a one day park hopper and never went to the Magic Kingdom (I know, sacrilege). I had my reasons, of course. I had to do Hollywood Studios because our free ticket came from a cast member in the Beauty & the Beast show–and we had to go see him. And we did chose to do Epcot for the second half of our day. So when Erik & I were able to go with our kids, we made sure our first day in the Disney portion was at the Magic Kingdom. We got off to a late start after breakfast at the amazing Ginger Bread house at Give Kids the World. After we crossed the lake and made it through the gates we knew without a doubt we were in Disney… Because the first thing we happened upon was this: Soon as I saw it, I turned to Erik and said “You know you’re in Disney when the first thing you see is dancing in the streets.” I’ve been to Disney quite a few times, but this is the most memorable, best entrance to the magical world you’re heading through for sure. It doesn’t get any better, you think…but then it does… Read more »


by Sarah Cass

Multi-published author. Mom of 3 special needs kids. Wife to 1 good man.
Redefining Perfect every day.


Friday Feels – Stop Time, It’s Moving Too Fast

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When I was growing up I wanted nothing more than to be older. I wished away every year, wanting to be a little older so I could do one thing or another. So I could stop being a baby. Nowadays time is flying by way too fast. I blink and half a year is gone. I take a nap and it’s been almost a year since we went to Disney. I take a deep breath and my baby boy is not just a teenager, but an Eagle Scout destined to graduate in just a heartbeat. Because a heartbeat is all it’s going to take. A heartbeat and the girls are teens. A heartbeat more and they are grown. I want to put a pin in so many moments. Hold onto them tight and let them pass slower. Meanwhile my girls are wishing their lives away as I once did. “I can’t wait for school to start” – just days after the last day of school. “I can’t wait until I can drive.” “I wish I was seventeen.” “I wish…” “I wish…” I wish it would stop. For just a few minutes. To let me breathe it in. To make this one heartbeat last a few minutes longer. Or a lifetime.   Read more »


by Sarah Cass

Multi-published author. Mom of 3 special needs kids. Wife to 1 good man.
Redefining Perfect every day.