From the front yard of our house of the week, we sense the local July 4 celebration flickering just below the horizon. Surrounded by rising fireflies below a clear sky that seldom looks so dome-like, I stand with my 4-mo-old on my hip. Nearby block parties smell as loud as they sound and I hope a firework rises between these tall trees.
Boom! Popopopttttttpop! My daughter whirls unsteady to face me. Her empty little memory box has no place for this sensation. She is asking with her wide eyes, “Mom, should I be afraid?” I offer reassurance with a smile and squeeze. “Oh okay then.” Joy turns back to the sky happy.
Introducing little people to fireworks is one of the many little jobs of motherhood. Happy.
Check out this Throw back to July 4, 2008 post.
