Last evening, I was busy making dinner and ASid
wondered if he could play some music on the TV. He really meant a YouTube video
on TV. I was like sure! So, he played a Jazz video.
In the middle of it, my brother called. Since I had to
tend to the oven and the stove at the same time, I handed the phone to ASid. My
brother asked about his exams as this is exam week for TDSB high school
students, and then the conversation shifted to music. ASid got excited and
shared with his uncle that he is listening to Jazz these days and how he
regrets giving up his piano lessons and clarinet courses. It was a very
revealing and grown up conversation, and I was quite impressed with how
reflective ASid sounded.
I was obviously listening to both sides as I put the
phone on speaker before I passed it off to ASid. This kid loves his privacy and
yet he is a little oblivious sometimes. It is a sweet little trait if Momley
gets a wee bit of benefit out of it on occasion!
After the call ended, Craigley walks in. He wanted to
know what ASid was listening to. ASid indicated that it was Jazz Instrumental.
Craig wondered if ASid would like to know the Greats in Jazz?! ASid didn't seem
too interested. Craigley kinda expressed his disappointment and at the same
time commented on the quality or lack thereof to what ASid was listening to. To
which, ASid responded with "I don't care!"
What a different conversation. I could understand
Craigley's perspective as he has impeccable taste in music that ranges from
Classical to Contemporary and everything in between. Perhaps he wanted to share
his immense knowledge with his son?! Whatever the reasons are, sometimes it is
best to appreciate whatever culture a child shows without trying to culture
them.
I guess my brother just did that and I realized how
far he had come from the 15 year old boy who listened to "head
banger" music with his best friend Olly! To be honest, that drove me crazy
then and yesterday, ASid's music drove me a little crazy as well!
However, I didn’t/don't complain and there are no hurt
feelings; the kid is happy and I walk away with a tale. I am totally acing this
parenting thing...for now. As one famous last line went, "Tomorrow is
another day".
Note: It is not
like I choose to write more about one boy over the other. They inspire me to
write about them as they react and reflect in their own lives. I am that
proverbial fly on the wall who gets to watch and document.
