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July 2, 2008 Canada Day
Yesterday we went to the free Canada Day celebrations at Downsview Park for Frances's introduction to fireworks. We got there at 4:30 so we could enjoy the shows and rides for a few hours first, and rode a small ride and went down a very big slide (that was fun), saw a person juggling knives off the top of a pole, had a small supper, and found a spot on the grass to set out our blanket. With two hours to go, Frances entertained herself (and me) by running around with her Canada flag. Tiredness was beginning to make her hyper, but not so hyper that she couldn't stop and make friends with the occasional baby and puppy when one presented itself. We watched the sky get darker and darker, and the lights on the midway rides shone brighter and brighter, and eventually we snuggled down beneath our blanket, and the practice fireworks started going off. "Wow," said Frances. "Fireworks are cool." Then the first real one went off. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "Wow." For the whole show she alternately watched with her mouth open, murmured words of amazement, covered her mouth with a hand. "They look like flowers," she said. "Ooooh. Sparkles in the sky! They're so pretty." Sometimes, she would break into spontaneous applause. Watching her face was as entertaining as watching the fireworks--and they were very pretty. I put the camera away. I wanted to just watch her and remember her face as it was, and not be distracted by focus and framing. We walked back to the car afterwards talking about which fireworks were our favourite. "Did you like our girls staying up late party?" I asked. "Yeah." She was asleep within five minutes of getting into the car, and it took us an hour to get home--forty-five minutes of that getting out of the parking lot. But it was worth it, to have Frances wrapped up in a blanket on my lap, fireworks lighting up her face with rose and gold and violet, all open with wonder. Posted by Andrea at July 2, 2008 9:04 AM under Beanie Baby Brags EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments How lovely---it is worth it, and we do these things don't we, like sit in traffic for fireworks or walk a zoo on a 100 degree day. I think it's these things they'll remember. Also, finally am reading backwards. Sorry your course got canceled but hopefully you'll do all the recharging you mention instead. And it's tough, the missing Mom or Dad. But you seem to handle it so well, keeping her feelings in mind. I think life is never perfect, but what a wonderful thing to be shown an example of how to handle the less than ideal. I am not blowing sunshine up the rear here either. I really really mean that. And ah yes, mother to the perfectionist empath who is eager to please. That is my oldest. We've had good success with the repeated lessons about "learning child" and displaying our own need to learn, even as adults. We've had more good results, telling her we understand she's going above and beyond to Be Good and we appreciate it, but it is also okay to take a break---we can handle it. And so on. Yesterday she had a meltdown because she went to get a popsicle, came back with a red, which I mistakenly assumed was the last red one and promised to her sister after her nap. "Oh dear," I said relatively calmly, "Is that the last red?" "Yes," she said, "I think so." "Oh dear, it was for your sister, remember? We'll have to think of something to do." She lost it: she messed up, she'd cause me a problem, her sister would be sad and mad, etc. In general, though, she's pretty good about remembering messing up is part of life and the key is to figure out how to resolve it as best as possible. I enjoy the good behavior so often, especially as it is a polar opposite to her sister, the tantrummer who fits the description you used. So I also wonder and blame and so forth myself. I think you're right and it's just a personality. I do my best to help her figure out how to regain that comfort she needs from order and good even when things are awry. It's a good skill if you can get it, LOL at me (as I struggle with the same for the same reason). Posted by: Julie Pippert at July 2, 2008 12:13 PM
What a wonderful way to spend the day! (Or at least the last part of it!) Posted by: Miche at July 2, 2008 3:05 PM
i'm not a huge lover of fireworks, but i am looking forward to the day (night, i suppose) O is old enough to stay up and see them for the first time. because the wonder you describe here is beautiful. she's a cool kid, i think, your kid. Posted by: Bon at July 3, 2008 5:46 PM
Aw, I wish Little Man stayed up late enough (who am I kidding? Really? No I don't) to see them.... Glad it went so well for you! Posted by: Kia at July 3, 2008 6:07 PM
I love fireworks, and I love watching them with kids. My daughter (8) was a little critical of the fireworks for the first time this year (not enough of a grand finale at the end). Oh, the early traces of adolescent cynicism. I much prefer the wide-eyed awe. Posted by: TrudyJ at July 4, 2008 5:16 AM
Beautiful. Just beautiful Andrea... what a wonderful description of what its like to be on the other side. Having only had the experience of being a "watcher of fireworks" -the excitement, waiting for the finale show-off part at the end. I can "see" F with the lights reflecting off her awestruck face. :)Thanks. Posted by: Erin at July 4, 2008 9:50 AM
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