I, like most Americans, love Independence Day. My husband was in the Army and I have several other family members that have served in the military. I love everything that the 4th of July stands for. This includes the fireworks displays. But our neighbors are going on night 10 of their celebration and I’m starting to come unglued.
Last Friday, that would be June 30, the celebration kicked off. My husband and I were prepared for it. With the 4th falling on a Tuesday we assumed the weekend prior would be filled with neighbors setting off their own magical displays. We tried to prepare our six year son, who’s autistic, but he really didn’t understand what we were talking about until he heard “the loud giants fighting” outside. No clue why he thought the fireworks sounded like giants but that’s what he came up with. The sounds scared him to death, much like they scared my other neighbors poor little dog (we could hear him barking up into the wee hours of the night) Friday and Saturday came and went and we thought to ourselves “we made it through” until Sunday night rolled around. By 930 they were celebrating yet again. By the time The 4th actually came around I was sure they had to be out of fireworks.
But I was wrong.
The sky around our little neighborhood lite up in bright colors of reds, green, blues, and golds. For hours different neighbors took turns setting off their displays celebrating their Independence Day. Which would have been beautiful if we could have actually enjoyed looking out the window. However in our home it was different. My husband and I took turns holding not only our six year old but by that time one of our three year olds and our 20 month old joined him in being scared to death of the giants that continued to fight night after night. “Why must the giants fight momma? Why are they so mad? What did we do to upset them? What if they don’t see us they could step on us momma”
My husband and I are exhausted and so are three of our babies.
Tonight we are going on night ten. I am hoping (fingers crossed) that tonight is the final night of celebration. For nine nights we have shared our bed with not one but three terrified kids. Sleep is not something that has happened much. I have claw marks on my arms and neck where baby girl has literally climbed up me shaking to get away from the noise. I have a place on my leg where wild man was squeezing me and refused to let go until he knew the giants were gone. It’s been a long ten days.
Pray the fireworks stop tonight.
From our beautiful chaos to yours it’s okay to celebrate it truly is, just please be considerate of your neighbors and their kids (or pets.) 10 days of fireworks is more than enough.