Well, spring break sure is cutting into my ability to write anything this week. My kids are all, “We’re home! We need food and attention!” Seriously, it’s way cutting into my usual slovenly lifestyle.
Anyway, I am happy to report that the surprise party we threw for Sam this weekend to celebrate his going to his new school in the fall went swimmingly.
Alex took Sam out of the house with some sort of excuse and I got Quinn and Jack to work making their cheery signs of congratulations. We also practiced jumping out and shouting “Congratulations! Way to go, Sam!”
Alex called shortly before he and Sam arrived home and I dispatched the children to their hiding spots. Quinn was so excited he could hardly stand it.
Jack positioned himself so he could trip Sam when he walked in the door. I think he doesn’t quite get that a surprise party is a good thing.
I was kind of on the edge of my seat as to how it was going to go. As we waited for Sam to walk in, I imagined that his reaction would go one of two ways:
(a) His joy over wrapped presents and cake would overrule all his other feelings, or
(b) His other feelings would overrule the cake and presents and he would run screaming from the room.
Sam was delighted. I explained that we were throwing him a party because we were so proud that he is going to go to the new school. He had no adverse reaction (his adverse reactions before this were SEVERE) and we happily celebrated.
It went so well, in fact, that I started to wonder if the meaning had been lost on him. I let it go for the rest of the party and a little later in the afternoon, I mentioned again that we were proud of him for agreeing to go to the new school. Again, he was fine.
I’m sure we’ll still have to lead him gently to his first day of school, but hooray for happy first steps.