When I first saw that the Prompt for this week was an emotion, “surprise”, I thought this would be easy, but when I sat down to think about surprises I have experienced in my life I found this was not the case in reality. I want to be able to talk about happy surprises – but no one’s ever thrown me a surprise party (and vice versa!), I used to think that asking for a surprise present could only ever lead to an amazing outcome, but now I know different! I realise that my life is really lacking in that element of the unknown. I realise that I am not the spontaneous, happy go lucky person that I thought I was. I realise that I like to know where I stand and what I’m getting.
A prime example of this would be the decision, during two separate pregnancies, to learn the gender of the babies at the first possible opportunity. I know some think of this gender discovery as one of life’s most important surprises, but I am an impatient kind of person and if something is inevitable then I don’t see the point in putting it off. I don’t feel like I missed out on a magic moment either – being handed a perfectly formed wrinkly bundle, whilst waves of post-birth euphoria wash over you is magic enough for me without the addition of “ooh, look a willy!” into the equation!
For me, the thought of surprises now is all about giving my children a magic present, or an unexpected treat, taking them somewhere new and unanticipated.
Maybe I’m old and jaded but I will keep looking three steps ahead, putting my detective hat on to look for clues to any future announcements or disruptions – I guess I pride myself on being a people-reader, and if I know you by heart then I like to think I can read between the lines. On the converse I can also be extremely unobservant.
Maybe one day I will be surprised by something amazing, even something personal and fabulous, but until that day I will just thank heavens that I’m able to keep the ‘nasty’ surprises at bay too!