There are times, as a parent, that you find yourself pushing your children to do things that you know they want to do, but are a little scared to try.
It is a moment when I waiver sometimes, wondering how much of a shove is a good thing, and how much they just aren't ready for.
Usually it is a fairly logical situation, the first class of something they want to study, the first day of school, whatever.
Today I found myself giving them a shove, and I wasn't wavering. It was something I was absolutely certain they would want to try, but were nervous of starting. I was certain they would be glad they had done it, and just needed the initial shove to get started.
It was weird however. You see, tonight was the correfoc infantile...as in...kids playing with fireworks and running through them. Remember please again, that these are not fireworks like we think of in N.A., they spray sparks that extinguish in fractions of seconds, so they look impressive, but....
Well, the kids were kitted out in long pants, socks, runners, cotton jackets with hoods, scarves over their faces, hair tucked back, and safety glasses. So was I. Though I didn't have a hood, a straw hat sufficed.
They did need a little initial shove to get started, and they wanted me to go too.
I gave the shove, and I went too, and they were very glad they did it. Bragging rights at school, you know.
It did feel weird to be shoving my kids towards fireworks though.
My only problem were the short kids with fireworks, instead of the sparks raining down on me, they kind of sprayed up...I had to run/walk bent almost double to keep them above the brim of my hat.