My little girl always wanted to play the fiddle. I was finally able to afford to get her one and some lessons but a few months in she gave up. She was good! Her brothers and I loved listening to her play. She did not feel that she was as good as the other kids who played in the school orchestra so she quit. Every once in awhile I will catch a look in her eyes when we are listening to music and someone is playing the fiddle. It is as if she still longs to play it, every time I tell her that she can pick lessons back up again. Maybe if I were to get her private lessons she might feel a bit differently about it. Stick it out more. The girl loves music of all sorts.
See, my Q he does not give up when it comes to something that he loves, something that he wants to do. He is my artist. He will draw for hours! He fills sketchpads, notebooks, loose paper; anything that he can get his hands on he will fill with drawings. I do not want him to suddenly stop doing that! It is something that he gets joy out of doing, something that I love seeing him do. If he does not know how to draw something he will have me find him a how to draw guide for what he is wanting to draw. Once he gets it down he puts his own twist on it.
If I go back and try to realize my dreams of having a series of children's books maybe my children will see that it is NEVER to late to go after what you want? I do not want little ones to grow up thinking that it is alright to set your dreams up on a shelf simply because other things came along. It might not be easy but that it would be worth it to keep after your dreams. Perhaps J will pick up a fiddle again.
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