For me, July 4th typically represents freedom and independence from the daily grind. It's a journey back in time to my childhood and a day to create memories for my own children. Based on a quick glance at last year's pictures, they're not yet as enamored with it all as I am:
|Lyons Cubs: 7.4.10: NOT enthralled by parade|
|Littlest Lyons Cubs: 7.4.10: wanting a nap more than another firetruck viewing!|
In any case, my Dad loves the day as much as i do. I kind of the think of it as his day. For he too grew up in the charming village of Ridgewood, NJ where I was raised and he shares many of the same memories I now have. When I was a kid, I remember my uncles coming over with donuts for the kids and big coolers of beer for the post-parade party. They would come at around 8AM for a party that started early and ended late. My Dad would man the grill for hours and in fact, he still does. After the parade, there is swimming and lunch and watermelon...
|"Thank God that loud scary parade is over! Finally, something to eat!"|
As I write this, I've asked my husband what he thinks of it all. His response? "Wow, your perspective is really inflated and delusional." Fair enough! I admit to living in a "happy bubble" but it typically serves me well. This is how I remember July 4th, how I experience it today, and how I hope my kids will one day recall it themselves. I hope they will look back and think "Wow. What fun we had. How awesome it was to be there with Mom and Dad and Mima and Pop-Pop and aunts and uncles and cousins with the flags and fireworks and fun." I hope they come to appreciate freedom and independence in all of its forms. Perhaps most of all, I hope they will put a chair out for me so I will always have a good spot to watch the parade!