I hate those damn Disney commercials where the family surprises the kids with a trip to Disney something.
Every time I see them I immediately feel like the worst parent ever because I never had a moment like that with my kids. I am totally envious of those reactions. I still want to do it. I want to get a billion dollars and plan a fantastic trip to some wonderful place that includes my entire family and anybody they want to bring. Not Disney. Maybe a Caribbean Island.
If I won millions of dollars I would plan a beautiful dinner for my family at some wonderful place. I wouldn’t tell them why. I would reserve a private room and have everything exquisite. Wait! Strike that!
I would invite them all for dinner at our current favorite Italian restaurant Sebastiano’s. I would not tell them that the others were coming. I would have a beautiful big table ready and surprise them all with each others company. Yeah, that’s it.
I want everything for my family. I want them to never have to worry about horrible things. I don’t mind a little struggle, it’s good for the soul. It shows you that you can overcome, but I wish I could make sure that they were never in a really dire situation. I don’t ever want people I love to know real fear and desperation.