Fourth of July= Regular Day + Fireworks

In looking on Facebook, I’ve come to realize that the Fourth is a much bigger deal for other people than it is for me. There’s my one friend, who has had a party with her family as long as I’ve known her. Now that she has three beautiful daughters, she dresses them up gaily in red, white and blue.
It’s just another day for us, for many reasons. Growing up, my mom worked at a hospital, which meant that holidays didn’t exist; she worked them. So Thanksgiving’s the same no-big-deal day for me too.
My family never did fireworks. I didn’t light one until I was in college (so I had an unnatural fear of them, as you can imagine).
Now Max is weird about fireworks, so it’s low on the list every year. I wouldn’t dream of lighting them in front of him (though sparklers would be cool). Now we live in Southern California, fire capital of the country, so they’re banned for people to do themselves here.
He also hates fireworks shows. You should have seen him when he was 2 or 3 at Epcot. Ballistic. I haven’t tried it again. Last year we watched them from a parking lot, far from the booms that would send him into hysterics. We’ll do the same tonight. Armed with some froyo and maybe a bottle of wine, we’ll celebrate the country’s birth as we always do – low key.



