Mama Woolybay and the Many Thoughts of Comic Con ZANABIA

Mama Woolybay loves Comic Con. She just doesn’t love everything that happens before it. Weeks before the event, her mind becomes a carefully unmanaged festival of thoughts. Costumes. Snacks. Comfort. Children. What if it rains? What if it doesn’t rain? What if someone forgets to eat but insists they already ate? Her insecurity? That if she relaxes for even one moment, the universe will immediately lose a child, a shoe, or basic order. Preparation begins early. Lists are made. Lists are lost. New lists are made explaining why the old lists were lost. She practices smiling calmly while mentally counting heads—sometimes including children that are no longer with her but might be. On the day of Comic Con, chaos peaks. One child wants glitter. Another wants silence. Papa Woolybay needs help adjusting something that was fine five minutes ago. Mama Woolybay breathes deeply and hands everyone snacks. The challenge? Enjoying the moment without managing it. Somehow, she does. By afternoon, she laughs. By evening, she forgets to worry. Comic Con reminds her that joy doesn’t need supervision. She goes home tired—but victorious. 🐑✨