Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Indiana State Fair

 Cooper is having a blast at golf camp.  So wish I could learn along side him.



Spent the afternoon at the Indiana State Fair.

We walked through the entrance and immediately spotted a gentleman devouring a turkey leg as large as his head.  He stood next to a woman inhaling a super-sized elephant ear.

I knew right then and there, we had arrived at the Indiana State Fair.

We Hoosiers have an unspoken understanding about the Fair.  There are no dieters at the fair.  Calories don't count at the fair.  Gluttonous behavior is not only welcomed, but expected.  

(Have you ever seen a salad stand at the Fair?  Neither have I!)

And so while some go to the Fair to gaze at swines, colts, fowls, and other livestock, most go purely for the food.  It's a junk food junkie's paradise that even the healthiest among us can't resist.

The boys and I behaved...pretty well.  We bypassed the fried veggie stands and country fried steak booths, opting instead for a singular trip to the Dairy Barn.  The kids ordered ice cream and I a grilled cheese.  We selected a table near the action and didn't speak as we devoured the sights as eagerly as we did the treats.

One son spotted the Fair's Midway and motioned to the others.  From our spot on the table, we could hear the squeals of happy children, the whir of the rides, and the jingle of bells.

The boys were smitten.  

They wolfed down their remaining bites and pulled me into the Midway.

Due to time constraints and one frugal (cheap) mother, the boys could only go on two rides.  For their last ride, they decided to ride together.  They picked a tug boat-looking ride that oscillated back and forth with twists and turns along the way.  (Perfect for those that get sea sick!)

Once the ride started, I first noticed Cooper.  His face lit up and he screamed with pure delight.  He pulled his hands off the safety bar and flung them in the air.  He had arrived where he is most happy: in motion, with the added bonus of danger.

Then I observed Collin.  He was screaming too... in complete and utter horror.  Tears burst from his eyes and he gripped the bar.

The ride operator became alarmed.  He raced to the ride's controls, ready to hit the "abort" button, when I stopped him.

"Don't stop it yet," I said.  "He has three older brothers with him."

I noticed that once Collin began to wail, his brothers rallied around him.  One was hugging him.  All of his brothers were booming out words of encouragement and comfort.  Collin stopped crying.

As I watched the scene unfold, I thought how grateful I am that they have each other.  When life presents bigger twists, turns, and dips, will they act like they did on the ride?  Will they find strength from each other?  Will they always be there for each other when one flounders?

At the end of the day, we walked out of the fair with full bellies and happy hearts.

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