I took my children to the circus this afternoon. It was their first circus (my first circus too), and the first time they had seen an elephant up close and personal. They rode on the elephants, talked to the clowns, admired the camels and horses, oohed and ahhed over the tigers and their act...overall a good time was had by all. The highlight for me was the look on their faces when an act they found particularly wonderful came on...they literally glowed with happiness. One of the elephants trumpeted during their show, and Jake (my 7 year old) turned to me with a look of what I can only describe as sheer joy on his face and said "He tooted his trunk, mom!"
I got to thinking during the performance, about how wonderful it would be to run away with the circus. It would fulfill many wants and desires...I could play dress up every day, I could perform in front of an appreciative audience...I'd be on the road fulfilling my wanderlust, seeing different places, meeting different people. The smell of sawdust and the roar of the crowd...working with exotic animals...the magic that is the circus. What a wonderful life.....
...or not. Always on the road, no time to get attached to anyone or anything..living out of a suitcase, basically. Having to get dressed up and perform with a smile on your face even if you don't feel like it or don't feel well. Always being afraid of getting injured during a performance because that could be the end of your career, rehearsing every single day for hours and hours, never having anytime for yourself, no time to relax. Having to scoop up tiger and camel and elephant poo, having to groom them and feed them and clean out their cages...and worst of all, knowing all of the tricks and behind-the-scenes happenings. Seeing exactly how the animals are coerced, maybe even abused to get them to perform....a sure-fire way to strip any and all magic away.
On second thoughts, I'm happy just where I'm at.