a glimpse

  • May 26, 2008

Ben plays the viola; Stefan and Xander are violinists. More that once it’s been suggested that we simply need a cellist to form our own little string quartet.

A quartet certainly was my original plan…..

Seven years ago I was full in the throes of Suzuki-supermom syndrome. Ben and Stefan had a fantastic violin teacher, I was on the board of the state Suzuki society and was surrounded by fabulous women whose children had regular gigs with the Utah Symphony. I could hardly resist putting a cello in little Hansie’s hands.

He was 4 years old.

Then, as now, Hans had a sweet amiable temperament. Obediently, he did the drills, plucked out little tunes and pulled his tiny bow across the strings to coax music out of the stubborn instrument.

I tried to be patient as we went over the simplest of exercises day after day but my calm veneer was rubbing thin. One night we were practicing together when I finally collapsed in frustration. “You’re just not trying Hans!” I accused him angrily. He tossed down his bow in a huff and left the room. I apologized to him before bedtime but I was still upset.

The next morning I went on a long run in the mountains. As I ran I prayed, “Please Heavenly Father, I’m struggling with this little boy! How can I help him learn to play the cello?”

A few miles later my answer came in one of those rare flashes of pure knowledge. For just a fraction of a second I saw Hans as he really is—a noble, mighty son of God. Shame washed over me and I began to weep. I had been entrusted with the care of an eternal being and I was spending time nitpicking at his weaknesses.

I recalled words from C.S. Lewis, “There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations—these are mortal and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit.” It is an incredibly serious thing to be raising God’s children. I realized I had to loosen my grip on the ten-year plan and look at the eternal one.

While a family quartet is lovely, I was creating one simply to feed my own ego. And Hans! Have you met my darling, funny, sunshine boy? How could I complain about cute Hansie?

Earlier in the week I was at a baseball game when a neighbor boy came up to bat. He is a polite, sweet boy– winner of the sixth grade spelling bee and a gifted athlete. It was the ninth inning, his team was behind and the bases were loaded.

He struck out.

As he dejectedly walked back to the dugout his father took him by the arm and drug him behind the bleachers. We could all hear him yelling and haranguing. The boy emerged with his shoulders shaking and wiping tears form his eyes. I felt sick as I watched the scene. “Can’t you see who your boy really is?” I wanted to ask the father.

Remorse filled my heart as I realized that my behavior with the cello hadn’t been much different than the angry father. True, I didn’t yell at Hans in public but I had made it perfectly clear to him that he wasn’t measuring up.

As I began to sift through events in my mind I realized that most of the time I felt unhappy it was because I somehow felt I wasn’t measuring up. I wasn’t smart enough, thin enough, talented enough, etc. Was this the legacy I wanted to pass down to my children?

NO!!!

A tremendous burden rolled of my shoulders as I realized “I don’t have to compete! My children don’t have to compete! We just have to do the best we can.”

That run changed me as a mother. We quit cello and Hans took up the piano a few years later. And while I expect my boys to do their best in school, music and sports, I have no desire for them to be superstars. I’m much more likely to ask, “Did you have fun?” than “Did you win?”

I hope that I love each of my children for the fantastic people that they are. And I pray that I never use them to satisfy my own pride.

And besides, it’s much more fun to form a quartet with those cute neighborhood girls….

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8 Comments

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    Brett Nielson

    May 26, 2008

    Great entry. I feel the same about my kiddos and have to hold back my intense nature sometimes. We’re all still learning. Aren’t we?

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    Blue

    May 26, 2008

    i just love your writing michelle! ♥

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    Chelle

    May 26, 2008

    this just might be my favorite post of yours, ever. wow.

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    Bonnie

    May 27, 2008

    I just have to say, I’m always excited when I see that you’ve updated your blog. It’s always written in such a talented way, and I really enjoy it.

    Great post!

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    twoelves

    May 27, 2008

    Wow – just what I needed to hear. It is so easy to get caught up in the competition around here. I know I put pressure on my kids sometimes – this reminds me to step back and enjoy them for who they are — yes, we can help them find their talents but shouldn’t force them for our gratification. So well put. xxoo, tat

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    Ken

    May 27, 2008

    Dear Michelle,
    Thank you for sharing your “flash of pure knowledge” during a run. I know personal revelation is a spiritual gift from Heavenly Father given to His children who ask and are willing to accept pure knowledge to bless their family. Your love for your children brings me great joy. I love you!
    Dad

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    Lauri

    May 27, 2008

    What do you mean you want to be a writer when you grow up? You can already check that one off the list. I love reading your posts that are always so eloquently written. And thanks for your inspiring perspective. I needed that.

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    jess

    May 27, 2008

    wow. i hope i can remember this when i need it most! thank you for sharing your inspiration so openly!

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