not sure if I was more influenced by my daddy or my uncle in this one?? I’m still working through it….so I will let you decide.
“OUR TRIP TO THE CIRCUS”
nice title huh?
or it should’ve been. but it wasn’t -not even close.
what kid doesn’t dream of going to THE CIRCUS!?
we could hardly wait! I was probably 9ish making the sisters 5ish and 3ish
add two cousins -7ish & 6ish
nice ages for the circus right.? or should’ve been.
Our crew of 5 in our station wagon
Momma’s sister + her husband +kids in their car .
My uncle rarely got in on family events others than those that involved hearty potluck dinners-so to have him join us for the circus outing was a big deal!
The excitement could hardly be contained within the car walls as we all drove an hour and a half out of town to see the
BARNUM & BAILEY CIRCUS!!!!!!! (did you hear that in the circus announcer tone? I hope so.)
The circus was probably great!
Surely with the tigers, tightropes -tents and all
but to be honest I really don’t remember.
All I remember about the BARNUM & BAILEY CIRCUS was the incredible-never ending-wish Jesus would hurry up and come back journey home from the circus.
See.? After the circus-that I hoped I enjoyed and thanked my parents for…
Uncle and Aunt were in the car in front of our car. Patiently waiting for a break in the sea of brake lights. When at last my uncle jetted his car out into the abyss of red -daddy, momma, the sisters and I lost sight of him within seconds.
things went blurry right …..here. Last I recall daddy had a tight 10 and 2 grip on the steering wheel…Momma was gritting her teeth, subtly smiling as she assured us “it’s fine girls–we’ll catch up in just a bit.”
keep in mind this was way before the day of worrying if your kids were buckled, cell phones and/or GPS -Instead for us it was the hay day of directionally challenged DADDYs DON’T STOP FOR DIRECTIONS.
For the next- I don’t know- FOREVER ! we were lost. in the dark-in Hunstville.
I remember crying and the sisters crying and daddy saying things that were not rated “G”
and finally praying myself to sleep in the floor board -waking up –what seemed like days later- finally at home sweet home.
The sisters and I still laugh about and counsel each other as needed – through the night of the circus.
I haven’t been to the circus since. And I haven’t wanted to…and I wouldn’t ….except that a sweet, precious man that loves Cowboy Dan and our boys has given us tickets to the circus.
So- much to my dismay we will be going to the circus tonight. Please join me in prayer as I ask Jesus to help me ENJOY the circus for the sake of my children. Keep your hand upon our car Lord ! guide each and every turn. To and from. amen.
ps-my daddy is not invited. I have a GPS and the circus is not in Huntsville.