First off, I’ll confess. I really like celebrations. Big, not-so-big, totally private and expected. Balloons or not, food, drink and merry in whatever sizes and amounts. For me, celebrations mark something new, whether it’s a car, a graduation, the finishing of a project, a family get-together. Holidays and a plain ol’ Saturday. Gotta have a celebration to signify that something has just occurred that has meaning and is valued.
So it isn’t exactly Holidays, although they are approaching (quickly) and unfortunately the election hasn’t concluded, so why do I want to celebrate? Ah, ha–I just plunged and bought a new computer. Yeah! Fourteen birthdays and six Christmas’ all wrapped up in one little laptop. And it is gorgeous. So far everything seems to be working, but I haven’t tried every new button on the dial, so to speak.
When I handed over my charge card and the young lady swiped, looked at six forms of picture id and pronounced that I now was in debt for the next hmmmmm years, I wanted some sort of fireworks, at least a smile, maybe even a bit of a hooray. Instead, I filled out password papers, migration papers, and tried to think of all the questions I would need to have asked once I was home, alone, with my new computer. And then I walked out of the store. Without my new computer. My new computer with all my passwords was spending the next two days with unknown computer geeks, in a migration dance.
And when I mentioned my somewhat “let down” of anticipated sparkling announcement to . . .well, whomever, who would certainly be pleased for me, my husband gently pointed out that I had purchased a less-than top dollar model. Ouch. It still is new to me. And part of my family. Don’t we all adopt our computers, just like our cats and our cars? Am I really that old or may I say, “old-fashioned?”
I didn’t really mark the occasion of my new computer. I got in the car, went grocery shopping, to the dentist and then home. It’s like, well, it’s like “what’s the big deal?” Like nobody cares or at least nobody is doing any kind of jig with me.
I think we need celebrations to know that someone (it can be just one other person) cares enough to smile, hug, cheer and acknowledge that we’ve accomplished something, turned a corner, taken a risk, have a new journey to explore. Celebrations are important, if only to attest to the moment of being/feeling/experiencing/indulging in being special, as an individual or part of a larger group–even as one lone human in the world of humanity.
When was the last time you cheered because someone “did it all by myself?”
Be gentle with your children and those you celebrate with.