A dream is a wish your heart makes

Cinderella has always been my favorite animated Disney movie.

My love for the movie goes beyond the glass slippers, the fairy godmother, the handsome prince, and the beautiful dress.

I love the movie because the theme speaks to me - never give up on your dreams.

For the last four years, every September, my dream has been to be chosen as a member of the Walt Disney World Moms Panel.

Last year I was almost there.
My dream almost came true.
Last year I made it to the second round, only to have my dreams dashed when I didn't make it to round three.

But in the course of last year's application process I met so many amazing people - and these people are now my friends, my confidants and I couldn't imagine my life without them in it.

Fast foward to this September.

In the early morning hours of September 13, I sat at my computer answering three 100-word essay questions. I tried to explain why I love helping people plan trips to Disney and what my favorite 'planning tools' were. I tried to convey my love for Disney in 300 words or less.

And then I hoped and wished, and yes, even prayed that those questions had an extra sprinkle of pixie dust.

Yesterday, after four weeks of waiting and hoping and imagining 'what if', I found out that I would not be advancing to the second round.

My dream of the Moms Panel was over.

And unlike the movies there is no fairy godmother to change the outcome.
There are no talking mice who can steal a key to the Disney mainframe and add my name to the 'congratulations' e-mail list.

It is what it is.

And quiet honestly, I am devastated.

I cried last night.
I have cried today.
And I will likely cry tomorrow.

I am not bitter.
I am not angry.
Quite simply, I am just sad.

To me, the Moms Panel is more than just a "wow that would be so cool!" thing to do.
It's more than a 'bucket list' item to be crossed off.

And while this setback is not the end of the world, it does matter to me.
It matters more than most people know or understand.

My love for Disney does not define me, but it is something that I hold very near and dear to my heart.

And right now, that Disney heart is a little broken.

The Moms Panel is my dream and I want to see it come true.
The Moms Panel is MY glass slipper - and this year I was hoping it would fit.

However, the clock has struck midnight, the slipper didn't fit, and the ball is over for me.

For now, I can only hope that perhaps there will be another ball next year.
And maybe, just maybe, the slipper will fit.

Because after all, a dream is a wish your heart makes.


  1. awwww...I'm so sorry...that just stinks, Traci!


  2. That really stinks that this happened. I still have your e-mail helping me plan a trip to Disney and if I was on the panel, I would DEFINITELY would have picked you. Keep your chin up!

  3. Sending you big hugs and love Traci...I wish more than anything that I had a magic wand for you. ♥ You are amazing!! xoxo

  4. I'm so sorry, Traci. Don't ever give up on your dream. <3 Kaylene

  5. Oh,I'm so very sorry. It makes my heart hurt knowing how much you wanted it. Keep your chin up, and keep shining! You are a jewel!

  6. Thank you all very much for such kind words. You are all wonderful :)

  7. Traci, I know just how it feels to be in your shoes. I made it to round 3 the very first year, only to get a dreaded "we're sorry" phone call.

    I cried too. More than once. More than twice. But, the Disney heart does heal. And, it heals stronger. With friendship and a shared passion, it gets better.

    I find myself very lucky to call you friend. A friend I wouldn't have without the Moms Panel. So, no matter what the future holds, I'm glad this journey has you in it :)

  8. Oh Traci! I completely know what you mean, this is so much more than "something cool" or a check-mark on a list. We will go on dreaming, and we will find the slipper that fits! I so hope that 2012 is our year!!!

  9. and each year i wonder how they can overlook you