Scales and Spelling
Ordinary Time
Do re mi fa so la ti do ti la so fa me re do. Up and down, over and over, my daughter practices her scales. Day in, day out, till I hear them in my sleep.
I don’t want to hear scales endlessly repeated. I want to hear Mozart and Chopin, Gershwin, Andrew Lloyd Weber, or at least some Christmas carols or simple songs that we can sing. Not do re mi, do re mi, endlessly booming through the house. My daughter would like to play something else as well. She resists the monotony of the endless repetition. I end up being the enforcer.
Spelling words. Every week my son brings home spelling words. He hates them as much as I do. I hate having to impose the discipline of spelling each week. He wants to write ghost stories and murder mysteries and forego all this trivial grammar stuff.
Scales and spelling, over and over repeating the same lesson. There lies another Mozart and Shakespeare in the makings . . . maybe.
Enter through the narrow gate. The gate that leads to damnation is wide, the road is clear, and many choose to travel it. But how narrow is the gate that leads to life, how rough the road, and how few there are who find it. Matthew 7:13-14
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