Genuinely happy

I am constantly amazed by my children. I think most mothers are, but mine seem to get involved in things I only thought about when I was young.

I played in school orchestras and bands and my kids did too. Then they branched out to guitars and popular bands. Singing and playing the way I only dreamed of as a young person.

My older son majored in music (and psychology, and German, and ultimately Law) so it is not all that surprising that he writes, performs and plays now that he is an adult.

My younger son did not. In fact when he played trombone in junior high I often thought, "That boy has a tin ear!" This is no longer true. Now that he has matured, his voice is as clear and true as any troubadour. I could sit and listen to him singing and playing away on his guitars and ukes forever more.

All the children, actually our entire family, had fun with community theater when they were growing up, but my youngest son rubs shoulders with some pretty awe inspiring performers now and, unlike me, he is not fazed by coworkers who sing and dance as naturally as cardinals in the trees.

I doubt that any of my children will ever be world famous performers, but they have a love of music and performing that enriches their lives and those around them. 

That makes me indescribably happy.