Yesterday after our Princess finished her math and spelling exercises, I asked her to work on her creative writing. Rather than giving her a prompt as I usually do, I told her she could write about anything she would like.
A few minutes later, I heard piano music. The littles have been taking lessons since January. Our Princess has really taken to it. Cooter will practice when I remind him, but she will sit down and play a tune several, SEVERAL times a day. And the tune is usually Alouette or Yankee Doodle. She knows them by heart.
So when I heard the music flowing, I knew it was her playing. I left what I was working on, and went into the room where she was playing.
“Ummm, hello ma’am, what are you doing? I believe you are supposed to be writing something?”
She looked up from her music and seemed shocked. “But Mama, I AM writing. See?”
And there on her plain robin’s egg blue paper, she had drawn lines and was writing notes on the lines.
Composing. My baby girl was composing. Writing a song.
After I leaned over and picked my jaw up off the floor, I nodded.
She grinned. “I’m writing though, right, Mama?”
I nodded again. Satisfied, she turned back to the piano and continued to plunk out a tune and make a note of it on her paper.
Tonight I’m thankful for the joy of homeschooling. There are days (like today) when Cooter seems to misplace his math every five minutes, and we are still working on it at nightfall. But then there are days like yesterday when I see the passion for a subject or activity, and I can help them grow wings and fly. Or, you know, compose. I’m also thankful for the way music seems to soothe our Princess’ soul. When she was frustrated with an assignment earlier today, she asked if she could get up and practice one of her songs for a few minutes. After she played through it a couple of times, she came back to her work with a clearer mind and a can do attitude.
I love that.
May we all find something that we love so fiercely that it soothes our soul and gives us peace.
Love to all.