Kooza (Circus in the Box) delivers more than just laughs and high wire acts, it transports you back to a time of wonderment and pure joy. For three hours you forget what it means to be a grown-up, shedding the cloak of real-world responsibilities to take up where you left off as a child the last time you sat with your popcorn and cotton-candy under the Big Top.
Part of the joy of parenting is being able to catch a glimpse of what it means to be a child again by watching our own children discover and experience new things amidst their carefree lives. I felt that awe again last night as I watched the colorful and elaborately-costumed acrobats perform physical feats I never dreamed were possible. It was the perfect escape for a week that’s all about escape.
Now on day four of what has been extended to a seven-day vacation from my own personal daily circus, I’ve surprised even myself that I’m rather enjoying it. The “Reagan pangs” come and go, and aren’t nearly as intolerable as I imagined they’d be. Yesterday, Danny called from New Orleans to ask if he and Reagan could stay until Monday instead of returning Saturday. They were invited to a birthday party. I knew I was overdue for some “me time” when trying not to sound too excited, I answered “I guess so,” after pausing the obligatory 30 seconds.
When Monday rolls around, I will be re-joining the circus. But, until then, I’ll be enjoying my life outside the box… and plotting my next escape!