This boy fell in love with the violin at 5. He heard someone playing it and thought it was the coolest thing ever. He begged me for lessons for a year, until I gave in. He still loves it. He goes through spurts where he’s not excited to practice, especially if there’s a song that he doesn’t love, but in general he gets his practicing done like a champ. This year my neighbor told me about a program called, “Morning Strings” at the intermediate school. They meet every morning FOR FREE and practice violin. I was slightly skeptical. He has to be there at 7 every single day… but he still loves it, and gets mad at me if I don’t wake him up to get there. In his traditional lesson he learns classical music. With morning strings they get to play a variety of stuff. So he’ll get home, practice his stuff for his lesson and then play his morning strings stuff just for fun. He’s definitely not a protegee – and still frequently holds his bow awkwardly, but a child who loves music makes my heart happy. And makes me very grateful for the teachers that get up that early to volunteer their time. The world is full of good people.
Yesterday he participated in SUPAF for the first time. They play a song and then get feedback from an expert. He was so excited about it – and they did great. His teacher is the one on the far right.
The chica is still obsessed with all the art supplies she got for her birthday. We are running out of space to keep/display her art work. I need a better system for that. One that won’t crush tender feelings…. she told me the other day, “Mom _____________(one of her friends) doesn’t like to draw!” The tone of her voice said that she couldn’t think of anything more sad.
This boy is my challenge lately. He has been just slightly spoiled. This morning we had this conversation,
“Max go grab your shoes it’s time to go.”
“I can’t (body droop) they’re upstairs.”
“Run and get them.”
“No (high pitched whine) I want YOU to do it.”
(internal battle – it would be way easier for me to do it, and then we won’t be rushed… No get it together Nicole he’s got to learn sometime, teaching him now will make it easier in the long run.) “Sorry dude they are your shoes and you brought them upstairs so you need to go get them. Hurry up”
Max cries on the stairs for 5 minutes.
I grab him, “Sorry bud you’ll have to go without shoes then.”
“NO!! I need my fast shoes! My feet are cold.”
“Sorry it’s too late” As I strap him screaming into the car biting my lip (I bite my lip a lot when I have the urge to smack my children… it helps)
Then we both spot them…. the fast shoes are in the car. He apparently took them off and left them in there yesterday. Lesson learned? I have no idea.