I'm lying on my bed, working, while I listen to my son Josef practising his saxophone. Now, this sax has been the bane of my life for a bit, as it's loud, it's played every afternoon and mostly for scales.
Wind instruments, other parents, are not for sissies!
But lately, he's started playing tunes, and making up little riffs and really enjoying himself... and I am just so INCREDIBLY PROUD of him, my heart could burst. It's like having a Lisa Simpson in the house. Mostly, though, I love seeing how the sax relaxes him and builds his confidence. He's a shy 12-year-old and exploring his sassier, sax side is really good for him.
Right. That's the fiery parent love moment I just HAD to share.
You?