Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Grading to the Beatles
I'm grading papers (well I was) and can hear my 14 year old son playing the Beatles' "Let it be" on the piano and singing along. He's been working on it for a couple of days. Hearing him tears me up, somehow a symbolic representation of the hard work and sacrifice we've made over the years to raise him. And I don't mean some sort of reward for all the music lessons and money on drums sets etc. Instead that hearing him play confirms his individuality and separation from me: he is Seth, a budding adult, someone who will go off and do his thing out in the world. Beautiful.
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3 comments:
Lovely vignette. Also, a lovely fatherly insight.
This is very sweet. I have the same thought, although it goes something like this: "I sure hope that when Son grows up he doesn't shoplift gum from the 7-11."
Maybe when what he's playing on the guitar starts to sound like music, I'll change my story....
Picturing you listening to Seth play "Let It Be" tears me up too. I feel the music that pulls three generations together, but also apart...Love, Mom and Grandma Kathy
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