Well, heading deep into week three of the Great No-TV-For-Lent, Gotta-Read-Five-Hours-A-Week-Or-No-Pizza-Party Experiment. While I’ve yet to get them to embrace fully my “five different types of books each week” idea, the basic plan itself does seem to be working.
Even for Craig and me. Which, the more I think of it, is really something because we have more control over our choices than our children have over theirs. But when Valentine’s Day yesterday went to H-E-double hockey sticks in the proverbial handbasket yesterday … we sat and talked. Till almost midnight. It’s been a while since we’d done that. And at the end, just before he kissed me goodnight, Craig said to me, “You know, we hardly ever talk like this when the TV is on.”
Hmmm… maybe my dad was on to something when he pitched our television set out the bedroom window when I was in first grade. (Not quite there yet. Sorry.)
Christopher is a “Stars Fanatic” now, though. Tonight on the way home from his piano lesson, he wanted to know if he could have a star sticker (which I’ve been giving for 30 minutes of reading) because he did well on his piano lesson. I about choked.
“Christopher,” I said very seriously. “Those lessons are our gift to you, and you are very very blessed to be able to take lessons from someone as gifted as Mrs. Thoene. You should be giving ME a star for these lessons!”
That shut him up. Seriously, I was looking around the teacher’s house tonight. In her living room she has a pipe organ, harpsicord, clavicord, and upright piano. Yes, that’s right … all in one room. And she charges the same as my parents paid thirty years ago for my lessons, which were done on a little Hammond electronic.
You know how you always want to give your kids what you didn’t have? Jackpot.
It’s not so bad, though. I still can sing every verse of nearly every hymn in my “Great Hymns of the Faith” by heart. And I was the only junior high (7th grade) student who had a regular organist/choir director gig at the local Lutheran church.
How is YOUR Lent going so far?