I love celebrations! Especially when it involves my family or myself, either being the intended target or getting to help put the celebration on in some way. Call me selfish, call me self-absorbed but celebrations are infinitely better when you have a personal stake in it.
Like the time my wife surprised me for my 25th birthday. We went out for dinner with another couple and came back to our apartment to have some coffee and play cards. I opened the front door to the dark apartment and was greeted with lights flipping on, the popping of balloons (which I thought were gunshots) and shouts of “Surprise!” from a dozen or so of our friends from church. The momentary shock contorted my face and caused me to curl my body into the fetal position. I posed like Lee Harvey Oswald being struck by Jack Ruby’s bullet.
Parties are great for significant birthdays, anniversaries, graduations and weddings. But we shouldn’t limit their usage to just those occasions. Perhaps the best time to throw a victory celebration is when you have achieved some personal goal in your life. The Luke1428 household reached a milestone last month that we’ve been working on for three years and boy, did we have a blast celebrating it this past Saturday night.
Regular readers here are aware my wife has changed careers and gone back to school to pursue a degree in accounting, obtain her CPA license and get an MBA all in one shot. This journey began three years ago and finally, after many late night study sessions and passing four grueling accounting tests my wife received her official State of Georgia CPA certificate in the mail several weeks ago. (Which – in our hectic family paced life, running here and there with four kids in tow – was inadvertently left on the kitchen counter and subsequently doused with water during the filling up of the dogs water dish. Gotta love it!)
The cool thing about this journey is that each member of the family has pitched in to help. I laid down my job as principal of our school to go back into the classroom to teach, thus lessening my responsibilities at work. I retired my basketball coach’s whistle to be the dad who watches over after school homework sessions and prepares dinner. I traded in weekend sessions on the couch watching football all day for laundry, cleaning bathrooms and doing the grocery shopping.
Our kids have just been awesome. The older two (now 10 and 12) have grown up right before our eyes and become “little parents” to the younger two. They clean house, empty trash, load and unload the dishwasher, scrub bathrooms, cook some of their own meals, and do their own laundry. The youngest two (5 and 7) have also learned to help by washing down house railings, cleaning their rooms, packing their own lunches for school, and taking care of the two dogs. What a load they have taken off our shoulders!
I don’t want to fool anyone into thinking this has been easy. In fact, Mrs. Luke1428 and I agree it’s the hardest thing we’ve ever done in our marriage. We’ve sacrificed a lot and so have our kids. Mommy wasn’t always available during the busy tax season. She couldn’t stop in the middle of an on-line test taking session to bandage a skinned knee. She had to study when I would have rather watched a movie with her or gone out to dinner with our friends. There have been other sacrifices to that I’m not ready to share. Needless to say, it was rough at times.
Looking back though, it was all worth it so my wife could pursue her dream.
I’ve always felt it was important to mark the achievement of a goal with a reward. It doesn’t have to be extravagant but something within your budget to mark the occasion. For me, it serves as an exclamation point on the accomplishment, a line drawn in the sand that shouts, “We were there…but now we are over here…and it feels good!”
Our promise to the kids for months was that when the license came we would get all fancied up in our best dress clothes and go to an upscale restaurant called the Sundial. This restaurant is positioned on the top floor of the Westin Hotel in downtown Atlanta. The walls are glass windows so you can see the skyline of Atlanta, the setting of the sun on the horizon and the bright lights of the city after dark. It’s called the Sundial because the restaurant floor moves in a circle, making one full rotation in an hour.
Watching our kids step into the all glass elevator that ascends on the outside of the building and then move slowly into the restaurant, you would have thought we had entered a palace only suitable for kings and queens. Their eyes lit up with excitement as they watched the floor move, spotted Centennial Olympic Park far below and used the telescopes to zoom in on Turner Field. They would have been satisfied exploring the restaurant all night.
I know you are thinking this sounds like the type of place where the meals aren’t cheap and you aren’t served a huge portion. You would be right on both accounts. The appetizers were more expensive than most entrees at a mid-level steakhouse. After appetizers, entrees, deserts and tips were factored in for the six of us, it ended up being the most expensive dinner I’d ever paid for.
But it didn’t matter because:
a) it was a celebration and reward of an accomplishment,
b) the kids had a blast,
c) we had budgeted and saved for months for this night,
d) it provided us with great memories and
e) it reminded us “We were there…now we are here…and it feels good!”
Mark the special milestones in your life with a celebration. It will provide a great memory and serve as a marker you will always remember.
What cool things have you done to celebrate special achievements/milestones/goals in your life?
Couple funny quotes/moments from the evening:
Bubs and Doot-Doot (my 10-yr. and 5-yr. old sons) – Go to one of the fancier restaurants in Atlanta and they order personal size pepperoni and cheese pizzas.
Grace (the 7-yr old) – “Doot-Doot, you better eat that crust. This pizza cost like ten dollars.”
Make of the cars being pulled up by the valet service for customers waiting to leave the restaurant: Mercedes, Lexus, two-seater BMW convertible, our Toyota mini-van.
When we returned home late that night, we discovered the valet had left someone’s keys in our van. Oops! They sent someone 35 minutes to our house to pick up the keys we placed in our mailbox. After an exhausting night out with four kids, we were going to bed!