This past weekend, Tommy and I took Mason to a 4th of July celebration one town over. For the past 2 years, we haven’t participated in any Independence Day festivities aside from family cookouts because of Mason. He was only 4 months old for his 1st 4th of July and we didn’t want to have him out late into the night. By the next year, Mason had hit his super fussy stage and we didn’t have the strength or sanity to take him. We also had no idea how he might react to the sounds and lights of the fireworks and we didn’t want to take our chances with that mixed bag.
This year, we decided that Mason was old enough to handle being out in public and to stay up late enough to enjoy the celebration without having a meltdown of epic proportions. We arrived around 7:30, met up with a mutual friend and her 2 boys, and set up camp. Mason was immediately drawn to the fire truck that was set up for the kids, so he and Tommy stood in line for about 20 minutes waiting for their turn to sit inside. Side note: This is not Mason’s 1st time in a fire truck. Tommy, being a paramedic, has worked at many EMS/Fire Stations and Mason has been in almost every fire truck and ambulance that he has laid eyes on. There is just something about those vehicles that draws that kid in like a moth to the flame.
Once we were able to get Mason away from the fire truck, we went to grab food. We settled for chicken fingers from a local restaurant that had a booth set up and we weren’t disappointed. Their sweet tea was extraordinary, too. By the time we finished eating, it was dark, the band was finishing their last song, and the laser light show was about to begin. We were quite a ways back from the laser show set up so it was difficult for us to see and enjoy, but I didn’t care too much about that since I came for the fireworks and Mason didn’t seem to care about it either (he was begging to go back to the fire truck).
After the laser show came the fireworks. Mason was completely enthralled at first. He enjoyed every “BOOM” and burst there was. After ten or fifteen minutes or so, though, he was more concerned with the fact that they were “Hot!” and became disenchanted. We ended up packing our things and making way to the car shortly before the Grand Finale since Mason was quickly growing tired of the whole scene and was in desperate need of his bed.
All in all, we had a great time and enjoyed watching Mason experience his first fireworks display. I’m glad that he wasn’t scared of them, as some kids are, and that he enjoyed himself. To me, there’s nothing more exciting than watching him experience his “firsts” and celebrating each one with him.