It seems the older my kids get the more waiting around I have to do. Somedays they don’t put shoes on until we are walking out the door like it is somehow the first time they have ever left the house. Other days there are times when they forget to brush their teeth and that is the day they decide to actually take the full two minutes to really brush them well. I am not always calm on days like that.
On Wednesdays, my daughter has her lessons so I wait in the car. Sometimes it is freezing cold and other times it is boiling hot.
Today I am waiting as Aidan is practicing percussion which basically means everything in his life is a drum. The counter, back of my car seat, dinner table… it can be rather annoying.
I just paid the bill for this month’s lessons. I kinda shudder at how expensive all of these lessons and equipment are.
Some days it makes me think of my own childhood, my lifelong dream was to play an instrument. That was not in the cards when I grew up for a number of reasons. My bucket list doesn’t have a ton on it. Play an instrument, visit South America and Antartica so I can finish my continent checklist, and a few other things. Maybe that is why I think these experiences are so important for my kids.
Some days I am proud that I can actually afford to pay for the opportunity. I am thankful for the school district that allows me to bring my kids with me to work and how much they value fine arts.
If I can shift my thinking just slightly, the waiting isn’t so bad.