Well my friends, I have not blogged for a while, and believe me, had every reason not to.
My son Troy was very sick, and as much as it pains me to say it, dangerously sick.
Let me just say this: as soon as I brought him to the emergency room he was admitted and treated in the most urgent manner. Taking into consideration the usual speed of emergency rooms service, I trust you can make your conclusions.
And then there were days of slow home recovery with loads of medications and treatments, exhaustion and even despair about seeing no visible improvement. Believe it or not, my little one had a lot of will power during this illness and acted like a real hero. As soon as he could breathe well enough to speak again, he said: “Mama? Let’s go to music school!”
“Well, my dear, you need to feel a lot better than you do now so your doctor could allow you that”
“Troy want to get better. Need to go to music school.”
One of Troy’s medicines was so bitter that in the hospitals it is usually IV-ed to the little ones due to its terrible taste. I explained to Troy that he would not be able to get better without it and would not be well enough to go to the music school.
Brace yourselves my friends: my little hero said “ Come on , mama”, opened his mouth, swallowed his medicine 100% spill free and said: Ok, let’s go to music school.
And every time the medicine had to be taken, Troy would open his mouth and swallow it as if it were chocolate syrup, no less, just because doing so put him one step closer to his music school.
I am still shocked at how much at his young age my toddler is ready to do not to miss his music class.
Finally, the big day came and Troy went to his 2nd class at Peabody Preparatory.
I like to be objective about Troy’s achievements, therefore, I am not going to say that at his 1st class he did an incredible job. That time he had a runny nose and even though he did just fine, due to this discomfort, he was not quite himself.
This time however, even though still weak from his illness, Troy did a great job during one of the rhythm exercises and his teacher Mr. Eric, who is Troy’s idol and god at this point, noticed that and actually praised him!
He told me “Troy is so good at it” and later made a remark on Troy’s great coordination of muscle and sense of rhythm, which sort of puts him ahead of his age group, and consequently, his class.
That my friends, was such a special moment, and not only for Troy who was almost overwhelmingly happy, but also for me. For the first time in my life I learned how headspinning and exciting it is to hear your kid’s teacher praising your kid.
After Troy’s class was over we walked back through the halls of Peabody, where Troy was mesmerized with the beautiful music coming from behind heavy wooden classroom doors. He looked at the students with musical instruments in their hands waiting to enter the magic world of the classrooms where music lived and ruled, and I know, felt like he belonged there. He, little Troy, was now a Peabody student too!