Mom, why do you always cry after seeing the theatre?
My seven-year-old asked me this question as we stood in the long line for the women’s restroom after a show. We were spending a couple of days in Disneyland with the kids and had been praying that I would not miss out on any of that magical time together. That feeling when you get to see something you’ve seen before, but through the fresh, innocent, wonder-filled eyes of your children. That day, I was losing the battle with my migraine. I was struggling to stay upright, keep a smile on my face and get on a few more rides with my family before becoming fully incapacitated. I was determined not to be the reason we all had to leave the park early, so in a strategic effort to preserve my strength and get me out of the light of day for a bit, we ducked into a live stage production of Frozen. Seeing ANY live theater makes me cry. Yes, even Frozen, a movie all moms have had to sit through so many times that even the phrase Let it Go sets off a nervous twitch. My daughter knows t