I have a little confession to make-
I do NOT like loud noises. Of any kind.
As a former elementary music teacher, I remember the days of teaching eager budding musicians…the rite of passage for a 4th grader was getting their very own recorder and learning to play this instrument. But learning to play any instrument is a painful process- and there is indeed a slight discomfort inflicted on the listener’s ears as their skills are “fine tuned”. I heard many “skwaaaaks” in those years!
Now my youngest has received her very own recorder. Knowing how much I love music, she is always eager to practice and play for me. And I admit- she is quite good at it. But it is loud. Very loud. And her favorite time to play is first thing in the morning- in the kitchen beside me as I make breakfast.
This morning was no different. I woke up with a terrible back ache and not in the greatest mood. I managed to wake the girls with my happy sing-song voice as I stumbled down the hallway and into the kitchen. Both girls got up without even a second wake-up call from me.
As I scrambled eggs, my youngest pulled her recorder out. I swear she was playing in my ear. Every fiber of my being wanted to scream. I calmly asked her to play it in her room while I was cooking. Oddly enough, she did not challenge me and stopped playing.
A few minutes later, she returned with her recorder.
“Oh mommy– guess what I’ve got!” she says to me with a sly smile.
She surprises me with a second recorder. “Will you play with me?” she sweetly asked me.
And I couldn’t help but laugh. As if one instrument making loud noise wasn’t enough- now she wanted me to double it.
So I picked it up and joined her in the Wacky March. And to my surprise, she even taught me a harmony part!
“Momma- you play a G while I play a B here, ok?”
And quickly my “tolerance” of her noise turned to acceptance. The “noise” turned into music…and the music turned into a symphony in our kitchen. I fell in love with my girl all over again. When she wants to do something, she is relentless. She has a passion that inspires me to be a better mom. And instead of tolerating my children’s loud noise, sometimes I need to join in and see the symphony He is orchestrating in these moments!
How wonderful and pleasant it is
when brothers (and sisters!) live together in harmony! Psalm 133