Our son has been smitten over music since the moment he was born.
I can’t even remember exactly when we first noticed his love of music because it was always there.
He’s obsessed with the guitar. He loves the xylophone. Drums? Of course. Harmonica? Yup.
And this kid has moves – he looooves to dance. He feels it too – his dancing changes very much with different types of music. (We adore putting on slow music and watching him attempt a two-year-old interpretation of ballet. Love.)
Today we were playing guitar together – me on my guitar, him on his.
Judah sat a few feet away playing with toys and I sat across from Levi with the guitar on my lap and a kids song book out before me (expanding my song bank – ha!). Levi climbed all over me, clawing at the guitar, smashing into my case, stepping on my book. It was a total circus. And I wasn’t very much enjoying it.
I wanted to play a few songs together and sing “Puff the Magic Dragon” and see my boy pick up his own guitar and dance around the room like he usually does.
He wanted to play a few songs together too. It’s just that his definition of “play” looked very different to my own.
I finally gave up, put the song book away, and just let him have at the strings while I played some chords on the neck.
It was pretty terrible sounding, but of course he loved it.
Made me wonder how God feels when we’re “helping” him. We get in there and try to do it our way. We “play our songs” which often sound nothing like his.
And yet he loves it all anyway. He loves that we have a go. He loves that we want to participate.
He loves that we want to play a song with him.
I’ll try to remember that when Levi wants to “play” again.
Q for you: What kind of songs have you been playing lately?
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