My daughter switched music classes a few months ago, and with the winter break has only been in this new chorus for a handful of sessions. Saturday was her performance, and she did really well as probably the youngest in the group and one who only just joined. She stood in the middle of the front of several rows and sung her heart out. She was able to do the hand signals for one song and fit right into the round in another.
The performance was in the bell tower church. This bell is heard for quite an area around and was formative in my daughter learning how to count. It was neat to sit in this church that I often walk past. However, my son found it less entertaining, especially when the whole show started with quite a long series of thanking various city councilmen and chorus board members. After my daughter’s group sang, I had to take my restless son out while she remained with my wife to listen to the older kids and perform at the end.
Sunday afternoon, I took the kids downtown to see Mommy perform at Faneuil Hall. Her a cappella band had an extra long time block, so after my son’s nap we headed down. Two train rides later, we moseyed over and found the performance. My daughter told me during each song that she was going to run up and hug Mama before the next song, but then she got shy and ended up waiting for the break between sets. When my son could take no more, we headed out and stopped to watch a performer juggle and do other tricks.
I am very happy that my daughter has a mother who role models talent, performance in front of crowds, and all the other things that come with being part of a musical group.
Today, my daughter was sitting with my father-in-law while he practiced some music. He uses an app on his phone to keep in tune, and anything iPhone related is a draw, close to an addiction, for my daughter. She loves the time she gets with her Saba to play on his phone. Neither my wife or I let her use ours, and I have stopped letting her use the iPad. I have no fear that she will acquire tech skills growing up in this house. Right now, she doesn’t need screen time; she only gets it when she is ill and lethargic, and then it is only watching Microcosmos, her favorite sick-time activity.
With my wife’s guidance, her dad took my daughter to her play room where my wife’s old keyboard has been transitioned into a toy. It was old, missing a few notes, and not meeting my wife’s needs. However, it is way more than most kid’s keyboards. Rose loves playing on it, and today was a highlight. Saba started playing a tune that my daughter would recognize, and this evolved into her singing Big, Big Star and him following along on the keyboard. After tooling around and finding different sounds, of which her favorite was organ, she started making up a song and playing (or he was, I couldn’t see). My daughter sings much of her day, and when given full attention, she will sing and perform with great gusto. There is nothing like the attention of a grandparent, and she shone–a moment of grace among many.