Rosebuds: Taking the Tilt-a-Mom for a whirl

By: Michelle Carl, Managing Editor
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Just mention the word “rollercoaster” to me, and I get nervous. I’ve never uttered the phrase, “Hey, you know what sounds fun? Getting whipped around on rickety wooden rides all day until I puke.” I once had to leave Disneyland early because Space Mountain ruined me.

But since becoming a mom, I’ve been on two of them: Atlantis at Sea World and the Giant Dipper, just two weekends ago at the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk.

My husband and I went to Santa Cruz for our first no-baby weekend. And, of course, he wanted to ride the Giant Dipper.

At first I was like, you know, I’ll pass. Don’t really need to do that. You go without me.

But I didn’t want to miss out. So we bought our tickets and got in line, where I got to thinking: my journey to motherhood was kind of like my experience going on rollercoasters.

Pregnancy is like waiting in line. All my fears about the ride were echoed in my fears about having a baby. My heart rate ellevates. My stomach gets queasy. What’s this going to be like?

Getting into the car and having the lap bar come down is a realization — you’re going to have a little human to take care of soon.

That slow clickedy-clack ascent before the “big drop” is like arriving at the hospital. A strange calm overtakes me as I realize events are beyond my control. Whatever will happen will happen.

And then, the plunge.

Somewhere along the ride, my screams of terror turn to screams of fun. And I realize the experience I concocted in my mind was nothing like the actual one.

So am I glad I took the mommy coaster for a whirl?


Michelle Carl is the editor of the Roseville Press Tribune and Wesley's mom. Rosebuds is a blog about parenting and appears on Mondays.