I love seeing my kids grow and stretch their wings. Adventuring out of their comfort zones. Making mistakes, and learning from them. Engaging with us as miniature adults, full of wonderment at the infinite possibilities that lie ahead for them. Do I want to go back to wiping butts and cleaning up messes? No. No, thank you.
I will never tell them in which direction they should go, but I'm here to guide and help them based on the wisdom I've gained myself over the years. When they ask, I'll advise.
And Mr. Musky and I encourage, without forcing them to do anything in the extracurricular world that they'd rather not. Last January, I wrote about watching Jake onstage playing guitar with the other kids at Plainfield School of Rock. During one of our cold-weather Apéritif Fridays, while crackbrained shenanigans unfolded between father and daughter, I encouraged my firstborn.
"Kahley, you can sing."
"No. I mean it. You can REALLY sing. And sing well. Why don't you give School or Rock a try?"
She paused a moment, then agreed. "Sure. Why not?"
And that's what I love about her. Her thoughtful consideration, followed by a willingness to stretch out and dive in.
"Today is the greatest
Day I've ever known
Can't live for tomorrow
Tomorrow's much too long
I'll burn my eyes out
Before I get out..."
Except...we never got past the first two lines. Because this song was reserved for days like:
- Early mornings
- The end of Christmas Vacation or Spring Break
- The first day of school. Especially, and most vigorously, the first day of school
So you get the point. My kids loathe this song. We merely have to bellow the word "TO-DAY" and they go batshit. We love it, and belt it with all the exuberance we can muster.
Guess what? Both kids were assigned to "Today" by Smashing Pumpkins.
From the minute they stepped up to the front of the stage, quiet tears rolled down my cheeks as I gawked and snapped pictures, trying to freeze the moment. I let pure, hardcore, raw emotion overwhelm me. I've never wanted so badly to extend a three minute moment into something longer. For once as a parent, I willed time to stand still. But it didn't. Because Mother Time doesn't give a shit about what we want. She won't keep your babies little, she won't take her time letting them grow up, and she sure as hell won't hit the pause button for a few minutes so I can enjoy watching my kids sing and play guitar.
|This was actually Kahley's first song...the first few bars she sang. Look at little brother, smiling at her. Encouraging her.|