No, I am not talking about that 70s movie with John Travlota and the kid who actually had to live in a bubble (remember that gem?)
This past weekend, our village treated its residents and neighbors to a fantastic new event: Irish Fest. Apparently, some of it citizens attended the Village's Oktober Fest, where one good Irish lass commented, why don't we have an Irish celebration?- so they did. Brillant!
It was a smashing success. There was a big, heated tent, but it was nice enough to hang outside too. It started at 3, and by the time I got there at 3:15, it was wall to wall people watching the Irish Dancers in their crazy get-ups and cute, curly wigs.
My friend Eileen heroically snagged half of the last table there, and several families dumped their stuff to make our base camp (and it was right by the beer, score!).
Establishing Base Camp is key with kids, as they want-no need- to run around (especially a 7 year old boy with his goom-bahs- their ages up to 13), and having a place to regroup is key.
We set up base, then let the kids go. Some went up to the stage to see the amazing band who that night changed their names to "They Might Be Irish" and played 'Mumford and Sons' as well as 'The Pogues'. (Sweet).
Then the boys ran outside to play on the village green, where there was almost always one adult keeping an eye on them. If at any point there wasn't, we knew other parents around who would know if something was amiss. Others hung around camp for when the kids returned, for food, wounds, boredom or even to shop. There were vendors selling Irish wares like green Cubs and Blackhawks hats- which sold out- plus cute little hamster stuffed animals with Irish hats on, how could I pass those up?
I remember our first fest after moving to the burbs, where we planned to meet up the only other family we knew in town. We drove right up, got a parking spot in the front row, walked in, and-poof-ran into our friends. We were all recent transplants from the city and we laughed at how easy it was now, and what a different world we were in.
Living in the city, I would never have allowed my kid to go run off and play with his buddies like we did. We would have parked blocks and blocks away, fighting traffic and the headache of just driving in the city on a weekend. The fest would have been ten times bigger and more crowded, and this was already well attended, even becoming a hassle getting in and out of the tent. (I was proud to see that Sam takes after me in his abilities to 'nimmy' through a crowd with ease-squeaking past unsuspecting adults.)
It took me a full year to make peace with not being in the city anymore. Now, I cannot imagine giving up the freedoms and ease of travel we are accustomed to out here.
Thus, life in the bubble.
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