A few days ago, I commented on how difficult it is for me to choose a major; however, I had one in mind the whole time. I want to major in music because I enjoy playing and I love to teach it. Since January of this year, I have been teaching young students how to play the piano. I started out with five students, which is a very good start. However, because of the economy, I lost three students. Many people do not want to continute taking lessons because it is just a hobby or extracurricular activity, and besides, gas prices are so high. Wherever I go, I hear of private music teachers that lost a lot of students. Above all of the conflict, I still want to go further and get a degree in music. Is it crazy?
To me, playing music is like writing in a journal. It's therapy. Furthermore, it puts me in a good mood whenever I play or even listen.
There is a song in the radio that I always have stuck in my head.
"Whatever you're doing inside of me,
it feels like chaos but somehow it seems
you're up to something bigger than me
larger than life, something heavenly."
I live each day contemplating those lyrics because although life get tough, God has a plan.
September 30, 2008
I must admit, being a mom is the hardest thing that I ever had to do. My son is only 3 years old, and he is constantly telling me that he hates me. At first I think nothing of it, but then I think that maybe 10 or 15 years from now, he might mean it. He hates me when I don't give him candy, toys, when I don't let him stay up late. I try to explain that I do it for his own good, but how do you explain something like that to a toddler. How will they understand?
I know that I cannot mold or program my son into what I want him to be because the truth is, I want him to choose the kind of person that he wants to be, and I'll love him no matter what. Hopefully, I'll never forget to tell him that. I just hope that I have been a positive influence on him.
October 3, 2008
I have noticed a lot of changes since my son has turned three. The main thing that I notice is that he needs to be around his peers. He is so hyperactive and he does not know what to do with himself when he and I are home. Each day I have to let him grow up a little bit more, and it is so hard for me to do; however, it is best for him.
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