Responsibility is Humbling
posted in Frenzied Daddy, fathers |Last night was the DQ’s choir recital at the church.
Let me be honest. Her singing is terrific. I can’t imagine from where she got her sense of pitch and her sense of rhythm, both of which contribute also to her clarinet. Her other arts, also fabulous. Her drawings are great and her stories are remarkable. And, frankly, I just recently came around to having her tested for TAG. She’s brilliant.
Yeah, she reads this too. Hi hon. Don’t get too swelled a head, mkay?
So I’m sitting there holding Miss K, listening to the bell choir and then to the other choirs and Miss K is also singing. Singing in the songs, in the response songs, she’s got half the words and most of the song and rhythm. And that’s just from sitting in my lap! At the same time, she’s “drawing a picture” for her sister (to be honest, not one of her more intricate works, but she had some other great pictures that night).
And then my world tilts slightly and I realize- if I want my kids to go to Julliard or to some other art school, it’s going to have to be on a scholarship. While we make “decent” money, there are no reserves and the bills almost exactly match the income. And it’s my responsibility to make sure that my daughters have the education that their talents need. How do I get them what their muses ne in order to help them down the road?
That’s the deal. I (we parents) supply the knowledge and get out of their way.
Right?
