Our son, Mo was recently handed a knotty school assignment. He was in charge of conjuring up a way for our wild band of family members to improve our communication; quite a dicey chore. On the day the task was distributed he sat in his room for ages, looking pensive and unsure. Eventually he emerged, described his homework and shared, “I’ve come up with a simple idea and I think you’ll like it. Every week we each choose a name out of a bowl and go about secretly spoiling that person. After seven days we share what we’ve done and celebrate before we start again.” He was very heartfelt and irresistible and we all dived in, even the 19-year-old who would stay in his room for days at a time if he had the chance.
So here’s what happened:
- The room-dwelling lad bought flowers for his little sister.
- I cooked a mighty meal on Friday night (normally I’m breezy and laid back) and served it on our wedding crockery to impress Groom. I left a love note at his place too. Boom.
- Virginia saved my running shoes from the keen and hungry labradoodle and painted my nails for a Christmas party.
- Groom took Monte out for a drink before school and tucked a quilt around him while he lazed in front of the television.
- Mo made Ol’s bed (which is pretty much a miracle because he hardly ever leaves it). But that’s not all, Mo’s spoiling came with a set of steak knives too: a trip to the movies and a hand written love letter.
It was nice. And in the hustle and bustle of December it was an opportunity to briefly farewell obligations, promises and turtle doves and welcome creativity and love.
With respect and love,