This fall I enrolled Jacob in a free music program through the church where he goes to school. I thought it might be fun for him to learn some instruments, but, well, he missed a lot because it's held on Sunday afternoons and we'd either be out of town, on the way back home from out of town, or I just plain forgot to drive him there.
So as part of those resolutions I almost never keep, I decided that Jacob would make it to his music program every single Sunday and he would get something out of it if it killed us both.
Yes. I forgot to take him on MLK weekend. What? It was a holiday. Shouldn't they have cancelled it?
Last week the program director called. It wasn't the first time he's called. We've talked before about Jacob's behavior so I had a lame excuse about his meds wearing off all ready when the guy explained that Jacob had been chosen for a lead part in a musical they would be performing for a conference about the new Vacation Bible School theme.
First of all...I had no idea he auditioned for a part. When I asked how music went that day he said fine and, yeah, I left it at that.
Secondly....HE HAS A LEAD PART?
Knowing that Jacob has had behavior issues there, I gave the director an out by telling him I wouldn't tell him he got the part, but he was insistent that Jacob have the part. Apparently five people auditioned eighty children and all five put Jacob at the top of their list.
I guess my kid can sing.
He doesn't sing here. I can't get him to even play act in a board game we have.
He can really make a Lego creation though and if you need someone to teach your kid how to get through almost any Wii game, he's your kid, but ACT?
Jacob decided to take the part. He's added three more hours onto his Sunday music class and will be practicing every Friday night until the first performance at the end of February. So far he hasn't complained too much about it.
This Sunday he's to have his lines from the first three scenes memorized.
He memorized them on Monday and he's working on the others.
All this time I've worried that my kid didn't have a sports thing.
Maybe he was never meant to have a sports thing.
Maybe this is his thing.
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