The rhythm section of my song keeps walking off. . . . into their own songs.
My oldest son was a one-month old high school Freshman when his littlest brother was born – rounding us out to a nice 5 boys – and full family of 7
It was a song that had been slowly, sweetly building into chaos, clanging, jumbling much like a Spike Jones ensemble that every so often softened again into sweetness.
I’d heard that one of the great composers would insert a loud banging moment to wake up the dozing crowd – well, this family composition every now and then surprised us with soothing, comforting, heart-swooping moments.
5 sons – and one stepped out of the song, to make his own brand of music, with a wife and 1-year-old girl who marches to a song, one foot marching, the other balancing.
And the clanging, banging, raucous organized moments continued – and like a conductor, ensuring all enter at the right times – and the notes – some sweet, some eye-crossing – still, this family song sings onward
4 sons – and one stepped out of the song, to make his own brand of music – but this one, he still comes back every few stanzas, deciding he liked what he heard every now and then
And the music slowed from a gallop to a trot – the 4rd son still racing ahead of the measure set, still trying to soar ahead but not quite knowing where ahead – part of the song one moment – singing his own the next – or singing in tandem trying ignoring his part in the song – because he’s left but not left this music sheet of family yet
2 sons left – a duet, a more paced rhythm, not as many tones competing, pitch maintenance is much easier – the song easier to follow, a simpler tune, a quieter tune
Just 2 left in the nest, still a part of our daily family song – it’s a big change – a different sound. Not as much clanging – not so raucous, not so big band
And it takes getting used to
I’m learning how to cook for 2 boys, not 5. How to not fill my grocery cart for 7, 6, 5, – only 4 – it’s harder than I thought.
I’m learning how to schedule for 2 boys, not 5 – time seems to have multiplied. There’s more of it, less straining to make it all happen, all happen happy.
I’ve always had trouble hearing what’s really being said with a bunch of back ground noise, multi-tasking the emotional pop-corn of 5, like juggling 5 balls in the air and not. dropping.one.
Just 2 – 2 voices, 2 schedules – it’s a different kind of song, a different kind of rhythm to the family, to the day, to my life.
I wish I knew the language of music theory better so I could better express – this new part with it’s new rhythm section in this old family song – but I am learning it. Catching on to it. Smiling.
The rhythm section of my song keeps walking off. . . . and I find myself listening to the songs they are making, humming along with my husband, picking up a thread of something I hadn’t heard before – it’s a sweet sound, a sweet time, a new time.