For the first time in years, we didn’t drag our chairs into a field and spread out a blanket and ooh and ahh over fireworks with friends. Mike and I watched the fireworks on TV from the comfort of our own home, first the DC set and then the New York City display. It was not the same.
I would love to show Atticus the July 4th fireworks. They are one of my favorite things in the world. But. He’s not a kid who is able to sit and watch things very well just yet. He’s not a kid who does well when we keep him up three hours past his bedtime. And he’s recently started getting somewhat hesitant about loud noises. We make him do a lot of things he doesn’t want to do, so we decided to respect his independence as a person and simply let him go to sleep after a day full of running and playing and food.
I remember sitting in a parking lot with my family watching fireworks. I have watched my niece and nephew take them in as we sat on the side of the road to watch the display. Our friends’ kids have been with us many times. And on their faces, I see the same wonder that I feel every year. Wonder at the beauty and the sound and the colors and the fun of it all.
Mike and I cannot wait to share the wonder of fireworks with Atticus. This year, it was not meant to be. This year, we had to settle for the wonder of dandelions and bicycles and strawberries. Watermelon and pineapple and fire trucks. It’s a magical world, Atticus, buddy. The fireworks will wait until you’re ready.