Saturday, July 4, 2009

My child is afraid of fireworks. I did not see this coming. I've always loved fire and fireworks. For as long as I can remember. And Elaine gave every indication of being like me on this front. When we used the last of our wood up in our fireplace this winter, Elaine found the fire so thrilling that she kept begging for us to do it again for days afterward. But, apparently, fireworks are different. They not only terrify her, they make her fearful for my safety. Like Patrick was afraid of the ocean, Elaine is afraid of fireworks. Patrick not only wouldn't go near the water himself, he would try, frantically, to herd Daniel away from the water. And Elaine will not tolerate me being anywhere near fireworks -- even unlit ones that are still shrink-wrapped in a box. In fact, she'd prefer it if I didn't even go outside if there's a box of fireworks out there.

Sigh. I guess I'll just have to wait and have my fiery fun after she goes to bed tomorrow night. Hopefully she'll be over this by next year.

1 comment:

  1. My BB was 2 when we took him, and he did this adorable little thing with his hands, and in complete awe said "pow pow! pow!"

    Then again, he never saw them anywhere but in the sky.

    Perhaps your BB is one of/spending too much time with the puppies? (:

    I've spent my day so far since noon jumping out of my chair periodically as we get the cannon booms of people putting explosives in dumpsters. I'm going to be completely skittish and harried tomorrow.