So, this week is Spirit Week at the high school; five days of dress up and mayhem leading up to Homecoming on Saturday. Tuesday was holiday day, and the Seniors dressed for New Years Eve, and ran throughout the building at 12:00 in the afternoon blowing noise makers and yelling, “Happy New Year.” This perk of being a Senior is apparently quit startling to some of the underclassmen, freshmen especially, but is a tradition everyone in the know greatly anticipates and joyously awaits.
It got me thinking.
Why can’t we be so joyful about every milestone in our lives? Forget sweating the small stuff…why don’t we celebrate with complete abandon? I want to run through the halls of my home and scream and praise my family for everything we do! Made the volleyball team? Yay, you! Suffered through the pain of getting your braces tightened? Hip hip hooray! Got an A on that AP Psych test you studied for all week? That’s awesome! Congratulations!
Okay, sure, I already do that, I already praise those things each day, but I’m talking bigger and better. I want my kids to more than hear our praise, I want them to understand that every single day is a gift, and that they should be proud of what they accomplish in that day, in the manner in which they celebrate that gift. There’s too much stress in the world. I want them to focus on the goodness they see and they create.
And, I want them to do it with noise makers.