“If you want to really hurt you parents, and you don’t have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possible can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.” ~Kurt Vonnegut
Of my two children starting college this month, two will be studying the arts. Yes, I know that’s two out of two. According to the above quote, they will likely not make a living in their chosen professions. Where did I go wrong?
I believe the art lessons started when the girls were ages three and four. Prior to that we had been drawing and painting at home. Our big art cabinet contained clay, paint, sketch pads, construction paper, buttons, glitter, shrinky dinks, charcoal, oil pastels, ribbons…believe me when I say there was more, but I’ll spare you any more details on this subject.
Music lessons started at the park district when they were five and six with the guitar. They continued those lessons for several years until elementary school band and orchestra introduced new instruments: recorder, violin, viola, alto sax, cello. Some instruments outlasted others, but guitar, violin and saxophone were the clear winners.
We attended every children’s play, concert, opera, and ballet that we possibly could— everything from Pinocchio, to The Marriage of Figaro. One year after Halloween I scored on a clearance sale of costumes priced so low that I had no choice but to buy a trunk full of magic…wands, bridal gowns, witch hats, and Powerpuff Girls costumes—just to name a few.
Dance lessons were attempted at one point, and I fought a good fight, but their hearts were not in it so I surrendered. Then came school theater and choir. The art of photography and video were discovered independent of me.
My middle child and my son, the baby of the family, are award winning young authors who were state representatives more than once.
While I can’t imagine a world without music, art, literature, or theater, and I praise my children’s talents, I was hoping to raise a research scientist, or a chemical engineer. Where did I go wrong?
August 5, 20-6, One Word Prompt: Praise~ <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/praise/”>Praise</a>, <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/stubborn/”>Stubborn</a>