Pin It GUEST BLOGGER: ALEXANDRA
My name is Alexandra, and I can best be described as a SAHM homeschooler by day, fancy-dancy caterer by night. I am the ever grateful mother to 3 boys, and am smart enough to live in a small town, where everything you need is 3 minutes away and comes with rock star parking.
I began my own blogging after following the blogs of a few others. I wanted to have a place for my words, and to practice writing. The pile of frayed notebooks next to my bed just weren't cutting it anymore. Since blogging, what has happened is nothing short of wondrous. I have met like-minded people, read so many heart-moving things, been inspired, and have "entered" other worlds many times a day.
I think the internet is fabulous.
I hear it from upstairs, but I still can't believe it. I am hearing it through my own ears, in my own home. My brain processes it as reality, but my soul tells me it can't be so.
From the upstairs bedroom, I hear my 14 year-old son playing the piano that is in our front room. I know it is him; it has to be him, since he is the only one able to play the piano in our family. I've seen him sit at that piano daily; a piano that just five years ago a friend gifted to us. He plays and plays all his favorites: Journey, Coldplay, and even movie themes. I've seen his fingers moving along the keys, so know it to be true.
But my soul tells me it can't be. How does a woman like me - one with no musical ability - get blessed with a child like this? A musical child, how does it happen? I've never dreamed it possible, even in my wildest dreams. Yet, it's so. So, though I'd like to have the greeting on our answering machine just be him playing, I know that I can't. And though I'd love to tell everyone, from the bagger at the store, to the town librarian, "My son can play; I mean he can really play!" I know that I can't. I know society doesn't find that acceptable.
So, I instead find myself having to sit down on the bed upstairs, with tears of pride and disbelief springing to my eyes too quickly for me stop them. I let him keep on playing. I don't want to walk downstairs just yet...
I might break the spell.