Lately I've written a lot of wistful posts (which I haven't published) ... The holidays tend to bring that out in me. (I'm sure I'll have a whole batch once the only music I hear is Christmas music...probably a month's worth just hearing the lyrics "I'll be home for Christmas...") I'll hold off on posting some of those until clearer, drier eyes prevail.
Here's the latest about the kids in school:
Veronica is a great kid and a super student. Today she was triumphant in reading to her brother's pre-K class, saying, "They told me I was a volunteer, Mom."
The teachers told us how mature our 7-year old was and how she held the book so all the children could see the pictures and asked questions along the way.
But she wasn't enjoying her violin. She's been learning Suzuki violin since Kindergarten and we've been real pleased. This year has been different. She hasn't enjoyed it and we've tried every bribery known to a 7-year old to get her to practice. Nothing worked.
Finally, I asked the principal if she could change into recorder class.
Today was her first recorder class and she seems thrilled. Before being prompted, she has assured us that she will practice, although I'm sure there will be times that she won't practice (and advice for encouraging practice would be appreciated!) but for now, we're excited to see her joy for music return.
While I would love it if she would decide to take up the violin again, I guess it is okay that she wants to try something new ... especially since it is without even mentioning a boy's name as being one of the reasons.
As a parent (and she being our oldest), it's been a strange sensation. Letting her decide more of what she wants to do and feeling a slight hesitation in relenting.
I guess parental guilt is a two-way street.
p.s. - I'll figure out how to add audio soon...after "Hot Cross Buns" and "Puppy Dogs" have been perfected.
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