My son was only 4 months old. Me and his father were new parents, pushing him around in our big and bulky stroller. We were walking through the main street of a local town during their summer festival. We were accompanied by his paternal grandparents, great-aunt and great-uncle. We got funnel cake to share, passed by different vendors, observed the mini car show, and best of all, we got to watch the fireworks. I was worried that my son was going to be frightened by the loud bangs of the fireworks being set off, but he slept through the whole show without a single squirm. I still remember constantly looking down to check on him, preparing myself to soothe him, but there was no need. All I saw were different colors reflecting off of him while he laid on his back with his tiny hands above his head and his face turned towards his left side. He looked so peaceful. We were all so puzzled that not a single boom woke up the infant.

Eight years later, we returned to this same Summer festival. Everything was the same, except for his growth and his parent’s status. My son and I walked through the main street of this local town during their Summerfest. I guided him through the crowd of people with the tips of my fingers on his back. He starts walking to follow his paternal grandparents, his great-aunt and great-uncle as they express their disbelief of how much he has grown. We got funnel cakes to share, passed by different vendors, got to jump on some moon bounces, & best of all, we got to see the fireworks. I was excited to share this experience with him. I wrapped my arms around him, we pressed our heads together and watched the colors in the dark sky. We got startled at times by the loud booms from the fireworks being set off. I would laugh in embarrassment. We discussed which were our favorite types of fireworks. “I like the ones where it goes BOOM BOOM SIZZLE sizzle”, he explained. I told him that those were my favorite, too.

Those fireworks, that town and the people brought back memories, and gave me a reason to appreciate the present. I remember that little baby boy dreaming away while the night sky lit up with colorful bombs and how that baby grew into a boy who personally got to see them for himself. My memory was so vivid, I could feel the same emotion that I had eight years ago overlooking that stroller – Love. My heart was so full then, and even more so today. Fireworks have a way of bringing people together, and the desire is to always share it with the ones you love. I always want to share them with my son, and I will continue to do so.


Written by J. Marie

Founder/Owner, Perfectly Imperfect Parents - Single Mom . Blogger . Photographer . Bar Marketing Manager and Bartender . Artist of Frame Design . Part-Time Student to become a Licensed Mental Health Counselor.

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