It is a bit strange that on the eve of New Year I remembered the last call. Although, if your children are in graduation class, then you already think about this day too. Believe me, he is not far off.
Like all parents, we experienced, prepared, participated in the decoration of the school assembly hall. Some of us read poems at the festival and spoke touching speeches.
But somehow we missed one moment – we did not care about where our children would go after the official holiday at school. Naturally, by the appointed day all city cafes were occupied.
After a touching holiday at school, photographing on the street and launching balls, we waved a pen to our children. From the schoolyard, they walked to the park with the whole class.
Actually, our class was not particularly friendly, and all parents assumed that even before reaching the park, the class would be divided into companies. So we calmed ourselves.
True, I hinted to my daughter that if she and her most good friends wanted to get together, they could sit with us, they could all fit in with each other. Anyway, my husband and I planned to go to the village for the rest of the day.
Of course, our adult children did not want to part on such a day and wander home. After a couple of hours, my daughter called and asked if our offer was valid. My husband and I were already at the dacha and once again agreed to gather the company in our home.
In crowded but not mad
Several times during the evening the daughter called back to us, informing them that everything was in order. Only we have a little more. Well, nothing, fit. I attended to the lack of seats, but they quickly solved the problem by borrowing stools from neighbors.
By the end of the day, the children were supposed to go to a disco for graduates, and my husband and I gathered home.
Honestly, we entered the apartment with caution. And in vain. In every corner reigned perfect order. Only a disheveled curtain on the window spoke about staying in our house at a large company.
The next day, my daughter told me how much fun they had: they set the table, sang songs. In the conversation flashed the names of classmates, and I occasionally asked with surprise: And he, too, was? And the daughter split. It turned out that the last bell of the whole class was celebrated in our apartment!
How it was
The children went to the park and, contrary to our expectations, did not disperse over it, but walked in a single crowd. After the walk, they realized that there was still half a day ahead, the solemn part was over, the walk in the park was already fed up, but I didn’t want to go at all.
Calling all the cafes in search of free, the children were denied everywhere – they were either booked or closed to minors.
The daughter, as a person quite friendly, did not particularly bother and called everyone to her place. She apparently also thought that far from all would come.
Five people approached the appointed time. Five minutes later, another five came, then another eight … Time passed, and the people kept coming. As a result, almost all gathered in our apartment – more than 20 people!
After the feast, all together they helped their daughter clean up the apartment: one washes, the second wipes, the third puts them in their places, the fourth sweeps, and the daughter organizes all this action.
By the way, they forgot to remove something. My husband and I discovered a traitor — a vodka cork. No matter how strict the condition of the daughter was: No strong alcohol, lovers still carried …
You never know where you will find, where you will lose.
Of course, I do not call everyone to arrange a holiday for adults at home in the amount of 20 pieces. Still, it is not only experiences for the state of the apartment, but also a great responsibility. After all, as you know, suddenly grown-up children sometimes blow the roof from a sense of freedom.
Simply, we often do not assume that a spontaneously formed meeting may turn out to be better than an organized holiday. The last call to the classmates of the daughter was remembered more than the well thought out and rehearsed Graduation Ball.
And what do you remember the last call (yours or your children)? And what is closer to you – spontaneity or organization in this matter?