It’s amazing how, as a parent, sometimes you (okay, ME) tend to not expect your youngest child to be able to do certain things at certain ages and stages. I think in my case, it’s not as much that I feel like the thirteen-year-old will “always be the baby” or anything like that; rather, I really think that it’s just my brain. Sometimes I get frustrated because he isn’t doing something or acting in a certain way…and then I remember that–DUH–maybe it’s just beyond his level and I should cut him a break.
He’s growing up, though. Sometimes I get an amazing glimpse at Maturation in Action; I got one last week, as a matter of fact. Remember his guitar? Well, right after summer camp he was able to purchase his amp, so it’s been “rock n’ roll city” around here. Unfortunately, last week he told me that he was having a problem with his humbucker. First of all, if you are not a guitar expert (just like me: NOT an expert, that is), take a moment to reflect on that word. Is that not one of the funniest words you’ve ever read? Say it. Humbucker.
I couldn’t keep it straight. I was calling it a Humdinger, a Humbucket, a HubbaBubba, and all kinds of other fun combinations. Once I got the eyeroll, I shut up and let him tell me what was wrong with it. It is working most of the time, but sometimes there is a problem.
Luckily, we bought the $20 insurance for the guitar. I said to him, “Okay, this shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll call the insurance company and see about getting this fixed. But you should stand nearby while I make the call, in case I need you to explain what’s wrong with the guitar (because I STILL don’t get it).”
He smiled and said, “I have a better idea. Why don’t I call the insurance company, and you stand nearby in case I need you?“
As I watched him make the phone call, speaking slowly and clearly, answering questions, and writing down the confirmation number and other important information, I was amazed. He suddenly looked like a young man to me. When did that happen?
As it turns out, he will get a check for the purchase price (minus tax and the $20 for the insurance) mailed here, and he can get another guitar. He can keep the old one (yay! since it still mostly works!) and save up some more allowance to get an even better new guitar. Happy Day!
Over the weekend, I was in his room listening to him practice. He has come such a long way and is building quite a repertoire of songs, both through actually reading music sheets and also just trial and error (he’s REALLY good at “throwing a song together”!). I love that I can shout “Freebird!” and he can play some of it. Here’s a video for you to enjoy, costarring Roxie (who just returned from a long walk: that’s why her tongue is hanging nearly to the floor).
The song that I always request (he played it at the end) is called “Simple Gifts”. That pretty much sums it all up. I like to close my eyes and listen to that selection, and reflect on how lucky I am to have the simple things in life, and that all I ever need is already under my own roof.