According to my husband:
Our son is a nervous type, especially so when he was little. Before going anywhere, a Christmas party, a birthday party, he had to know who was going to be there, and how long he had to be there. Jake would fret and pace going over the list, and repeat I’m not going! Often, we got to our destination and he stuck to his word, creased and crying, he stayed in the car.
A few years ago, we planned on going to the Life Is Good Festival. We explained that we were meeting our friend Tim, his new girlfriend, and many nice strangers that we don’t need to talk to, and listen to live music, and play (or just watch) games. We got him and his sister in the car on this bright sunny day, got to the Blue Hills and traveled over to the farm. Jake walked very close to us for a while. Then we noticed his head bopping to the beats. Next thing we knew we were throwing beanbags, posing in front of Life is Good signs, and there was Jake in a cape and mustache posing in flight.
Later we met up with Tim’s new girlfriend. She spoke to my kids like little people and encouraged us to stay and listen to the . We happened upon my younger, cooler cousins who were previously playing a set with their band. Jake took to the band and hung with them while they sipped from their cups and gave him hi-fives.
We walked out that night to Hall and Oats playing on the shuttle bus. I had goosebumps of nostalgia and we realized that we were in a moment. There was an ease, a feel to this event that came from somewhere positive, a kind like minded crew. The t-shirts have always meant more to us since then.