I've been a little sad this week following the long holiday weekend. A combination of having to be inside when the weather is beautiful (finally!), a fleeting visit from my sister and her family (never long enough!), and a weird fireworks related accident in our neighborhood Monday night . . .
Just to be clear, my kids & all their friends are fine, and were for the most part being safe and making good choices. (If throwing mortars in trash cans can be called "safe" or a "good choice" - ahem . . . have I mentioned that I'm genetically part teenage boy? Ha!) That said, I was rather surpised (& distressed actually) at the absence of parental supervision during the fireworks bonanza. I'd say there were probably 40 or so boys ranging in age from 9 to 18 roaming around the area where we were lighting fireworks, and only FOUR adults. I kept saying "Hey - where are these kids' parents? Who is going to call 911 when someone gets hurt?"
I don't know if that comment conjured bad ju-ju? But just minutes after I got home my younger son called to tell me something had gone terribly wrong. It's taken me a couple days to process all of this, and yes there have been tears involved . . . ugh.
What happened (which is not what the article says) is this: Some boys made a "home-made device" out of two M-80's, which they put in a trash can. (I know - no comment . . .) Apparently only one of those two exploded, and when the kid it belonged to went to go pick up what was left? (STUPID!) The second one went off in his hand.
Gratitude for the small things - beautiful weather & a nice early morning view
The whole thing has made me so sad, mad, & just sick. I know it was stupid. And in that moment of stupidity a boy's life was changed forever, which is tragic no matter which way you spin it. (He was 18 - but that still qualifies as a kid in my book.) The thing that got me the most though was that my kids had to see it. They weren't there in the moment, but of course they went to go see what happened and got a grim look at a kid who was missing two fingers and the gore that went along with that. My boys are weeks away from being 10 & 13 years old, and frankly I would have preferred it if they'd made it through life without having to witness an injury like that. Oof.
However, they did see it - and if nothing else it taught them a really big lesson about what can happen when you're not careful with fireworks.
As for me? I think I've decided to change gears, and next year I'll be doing sparklers, snaps, and maybe a few of those "snakes" that make a long, boring, ashy trail . . .