First off, this is being posted from my iPhone, which is pretty cool.
Today is the 4th of July, time of celebration and remembrance of the founding of the United States. Americans celebrate our declaration of indepence from what they view as the tyranny of britian and King George. I suspect that the British government of the time likely viewed this differently, but as the saying goes, history is told by the victors. Given that nearly everything that could have gone wrong during the revolution, did, it is hard not to think it was destiny that this country ever broke free from their parent And survived it's infancy. Whether we survive our adescence has yet to be determined, though I'm hopeful.
But this entry really isn't about my esoteric ramblings on the state of the US.
I want to share what has been an amazing day for Monster and a blesed day for his parents. As those of you with sensory challenged children know, dya like today can be a miixture of grief (Because you can't share the joy and fun of fireworks), terror (of when the inevitable meltdown will take place), frustraton (at the never ending loud and bright noises keep your child awake or reawkens them) and exhaustion (after dealing with an overstimulated and out of control child all day). At least, that's always been our day until today.
We decided to take the chance of goin to the zoo, hoping more folks chose to go on to a BBQ than the zoo on tis beautiful day; a gamble that was correct. We bought some sparklers (fireworks are legal in our town) and stopped by grandmas' (Mr's moms) house on the way home. Dinner was uneventful and as the sun started to fall, I decided to try the sparklers. Monster was enthralled. Rather than shying away, as I thought he would, he was more ready to grab one and play with it. More ready than I was!
He waved his sparklers wildly (and a bit scarily), quickly getting bored with his mother's extreme caution. As soon as one burned out, he asked for more. He jumped and screamed in excitement at the fireworks going off around us ( we live on a hill overlooking several culd-a-sacs, where many blocks would shoot off their fireworks), looking around eagerly for the next bang and flash.
He suffered no fear.
No wild running around out of control.
No hand biting.
No tantrum when our meager supply of sparklers were gone.
When the last glare ended, he followed me inside and laid down on the sofa, where he fell asleep 10 minutes later.
An amazing and memorable day for me and one I hadn't counted on having. The type of day the feeds into my delusons of normalcy.
Happy Independance Day!
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