On July 4th we were headed to one of my best friends daughters birthday party. We jumped on the LIRR and made our way to Queens (which is not something we do very often!). While walking to my friends house, we saw a firehouse. My six year old is obsessed with firefighters, fire trucks and everything related. We HAVE to wave at every truck that goes by, we MUST stop and watch the firetrucks zoom by–It’s just something we do as a family.
As the non stop picture obsessed mommy that I am, I asked my lil dude to take a picture in front of this firehouse because it was just…pretty. What I didn’t know was that while I am taking the picture he was knocking on the door. My hubby and I instantly told him to stop because obviously they have much better things to do than say hello to us.
I got my picture and we began to head off to the party when a firefighter poked his head out of the house and said hi. We told him about our little’s obsession and he invited us right in. I wish I had the words to describe the glee that washed over his face.
They opened up the door and brought both of them on to the truck. They climbed onto the larger than life vehicle and marveled at how big and heavy the helmets were. I’m pretty sure there was actual stars inside of my little dude’s eyes. They were able to fiddle around inside and check out where everyone sits and so much more.
He had no idea what would happen when he knocked on the door of that firehouse, but I'm really glad he did.
My little guy even asked them to turn on the truck so that he could play with the sirens, but I cut that off real quick. Nobody had any kind of time for that noise. The whole experience maybe took a total of seven minutes. The kindness of the FDNY to host us for that short of period time was SO appreciated and will never be forgotten by my little guy.
Sometimes you just need to knock on a door. Your dream may waiting for you.