The boys are having their usual Sunday afternoon fun. I was sitting here at the computer when Xander and Hans came running and screaming–“Mom, Stefan’s going to jump off the balcony!” I looked up and over to see a body hurtling from the balcony above me and onto the couch. For just a brief moment I thought it was Stefan–but I quickly noticed it was a headless dummy created out of pillows and blankets dressed in Stefan’s clothes.
Now they’ve attached the dummy to a rope and are hoisting him up and down. Whatever. As long as they are happy and nice to each other I let a lot slide. And really all I want to do is get back to my book –These is My Words by Nancy Turner– it’s so fantastic and saved me at Xander’s boring violin recital last night.
The recital really was painful. It’s a huge concert held every three years with virtually every Suzuki student in Utah playing violin, viola, flute, cello, bass, harp, flute, harmonica (kidding) etc. The first one we went to 9 years ago was really exciting. Ben was just 6 and I was so proud of what a good little violinist he was. I found it inspiring to see all these kids playing music together.
But now I just resent the time it takes. We had to arrive hours early for organization and seating and during the long wait you could hear mothers and kids talking and comparing, “What song are you on?’ “How long have you been playing?” “Is my kid smarter than yours? I’m so over that sort of thing. I don’t care how my kid measures up to anyone else. I just want them to learn to play an instrument because it’s so fun to have a talent like that and so good for their little brains.
The concert was 2.5 hours long; every instrument played several songs and they had a sappy MC using phrases like “reach within you and find the gold.” Xander and I would have been so much better off staying home and playing Scrabble with our family. He could have played us a few songs on his violin if we wanted to be cultural.
I just went outside to take pictures of Ben practicing lacrosse. The ball ricocheted off the fence and hit me square in the head. I had to come lay on the couch until I was sure the brain damage is only minimal. Thank goodness my camera wasn’t hurt. 🙂 Obviously, that was a sign that I should go back to reading my book. Stefan is making grilled cheese for dinner– glory, hallelujah!