Reading just a few entries back, it occurred to me that before life spun sideways, before bad things happened and I became numb for a while and winter slumped into reluctant spring...before all that I had posted about Sebastian getting a drum set.
I thought that at best it would be a loud hammering and tuneless humming along all day and night, if not something that just got abandoned by March. I'm so excited and proud that neither of those is true. He's really good at drumming (that above was day one). Five months later he's still taking lessons, and he's reading music and making real songs already, getting the beats that he couldn't quite grasp before.
I try to think like him sometimes, and I can't. I can just listen for the clues as to how he sees things. How he thinks the world works. And his logic. It's all tenderly naive, gung ho, nuts.