Until this year, Little Buddy had never seen fireworks. When some friends invited us over to grill out and said they would be lighting up a few fireworks, we were curious what Little Buddy would think. The friends also have a little boy who is the same age, so we knew it would be safe. We thought this would be a better introduction to fireworks than taking Little Buddy to the loud and crazy show in Downtown Nashville. Apparently Downtown Nashville’s celebration is the largest in the country, but we have never been.
Little Buddy has a children’s book where a family of bears watches fireworks, so he was thrilled when we told him that he would be seeing some, too. All afternoon, he asked, “Going to see firework now? Going to see fireworks now?” We told him that fireworks only come out at night, so when the sun went down, he excitedly said, “It’s nighttime, where are the fireworks? They turning them on?”
Our friends had an impressive setup, complete with radio transmitters and a remote control, and had us sitting a few hundred yards away. They started with smaller fireworks that were close to the ground, and Little Buddy loved them. We oohed and ahhed right alongside our toddler son, and we expected that to be the extent of the show. Little did we know that our friends were just getting started and that they had several hundred mortars ready to go.
I filmed a time-lapse of a small portion of the show (which you can see on my Facebook page) to give you a sense for how incredible it was. Both Mr. Handsome and I thought the fireworks were amazing, but Little Buddy was scared. He curled himself up in Daddy’s lap, put Daddy’s big hands over his little ears, and shut his eyes tightly.
Sad that he wasn’t able to enjoy the show, I decided to take Little Buddy into our van and let him watch out the window. That turned out to be the perfect place for him. From inside our vehicle, we could hardly hear the noise, but we were still able to enjoy the fireworks. Little Buddy loved it. The experience must have left a good impression on his little mind, because the next day, he kept asking, “We going to see fireworks again?”
I’m curious what my American readers are doing for 4th of July? Those of you who have children, how old were they when they saw their first fireworks, and what was their reaction?