My son just had a piano recital and everyone went apeshit over his performance. Now he’s really into these new pieces, and his teacher gave him a piece (a Bach Invention) that should help him learn to read music. He really hates reading music (not so fond of reading words, either, but he does it).
He is such a sweet and considerate child with an obsession with smart phones and tablet computers. The other day, out of nowhere, he said he was going down to the kitchen to get something to drink and did I want something. Whoa! Where did that come from? He still thinks that “good manners” at the dinner table are worth the air vibrations that carry the words, but it seems there is hope.
My daughter is so funny. She hides in her room, either studying or chatting with friends on Facebook. She must be studying because she is doing quite well. But she also says she is bored (even with AP and honors classes galore), and hopes for as many snow days as possible. It’s a bit worrying that she’s bored. I guess that’s the difference between private and public schools, even though this one is the best public high school in one of the ten largest cities in the country.
So she comes downstairs, my power student, and all of a sudden she is a giddy little girl jumping into my arms or dancing around with legs wobbling and arms akimbo in a way I can’t even begin to describe. Then she tries to tickle me. Funny girl.
I think they’re both doing pretty well. I’m grateful, anyway, that we do have these moments of grace, where we really can’t complain, before new problems arise to be dealt with.