Moms are creatures of habit. We're that way because it helps our babies and toddlers find a routine. Which makes them predictable. Which keeps us sane. I get it.
Which is why, last night when we were at Pops in the Park, and the time was approaching 8 pm (a good 30 minutes after our little guy's bedtime), my husband was planning on going home to put Graham to bed. The festivities were to last until 9:30 or so, and then the fireworks would begin. As parents we were nervous. Would he get cranky? Would he get tired? Would he freak out at the fireworks and force us to extract a screaming baby from a throng of people? Yep, I agreed with my husband. Time for the little guy to go. And then a wise woman whispered in my ear.... "If he's having a good time, don't you want him to experience the fireworks?" That wise woman? My mom. Darn, moms can be smart.
So it was with that spirit that we kept Graham up the latest he's ever been. And it was lovely. To be able to watch someone experience the drama of fireworks for the first time is amazing. He had our whole party captivated. And he almost missed it. Lesson #392 of parenting? Don't sacrifice making memories to keep schedule. The schedule will be there tomorrow. Fireworks may not.