By Tani T. Lublin
It was a perfect evening; nothing went according to my plan.
When I arrived at the Safehouse (with my bag full of tricks), I hinted that we would be having a backyard parade and a 4th of July birthday celebration. The two sisters were excited about having a party and immediately began pulling the streamers and ribbons and star garlands out of my bag and set about decorating the living room and dining table with red, white & blue placemats, and hand-made “Happy 4thof July” banners. The two girls decorated the party hats with curly red ribbon and wanted to create a “surprise” atmosphere for when the other four children arrived. Once everyone arrived we all piled outside to play. One girl handed out American flags to everyone along with a ribbon tied Declaration of Independence scroll. We all decorated the back yard with blue crepe paper in the chain fence, tied paper streamers around the tree and its branches, wrapped the stair railings and one child decorated the sum of the patio furniture, while others wrapped scooters and bikes. It was non-stop activity. While I had hoped to talk about the 4th of July, a bit of history, and actually have a parade – the plan evaporated. I was totally in their moment.
Time for cupcakes! I asked one of the children if she would pass out cupcakes to everyone. Even a couple of the Moms joined in sharing the fun with their kids. One girl ended up with frosting all over her sweet face. The special moments of life are usually not the ones you expect them to be; they just happen all by themselves. In that twilight space, as the sun bowed and well before the first star appeared in the night sky, the children spotted fireflies – the first of the summer. Some of the children had never seen a firefly and, of course, we were all enchanted. I told them they were special insects and magical little creatures to be treated gently. For about 20-30 minutes, as the group ran and searched for and caught fireflies, I was witness to excitement and discovery, the sound of children’s laughter and chirping crickets, and the soft glow of an early summer night. Perfect.





Caroline Jones

