I was sitting in the rocking chair beside the piano wishing for the waves of nausea that have been plaguing me for nearly 2 months now to subside and for my body to be suddenly infused with energy that I seemed so devoid of lately. All the kids were playing outside with Dad except for Jacob who was rummaging through the music rythm instrument bin near the piano.
I watched through half opened eyes as he pulled out his favorite drum and prepared himself for a grand concert. Then he looked at me, then at the piano, then at me, then at the piano. Finally pointing a small chubby finger at the piano he looks at me, “Pay!” I have an idea what he is asking, but it is too much fun to just do it, I have to encourage him a bit.
“Do you want me to play the piano?”
“Mama pay!” he says again.
“Can you say please?”
“Pease,” comes the plaintive little cry and I launch in a rollicking Joplin rag to which he beats and pounds upon his little drum.
I finished the piece and sat a moment thinking I should get dinner ready when Jacob pipes up, “again.”
“You want me to play again?”
“Pease,” he is catching on at this point and I launch into another fun frollicking piece. What can I say, he is stroking my ego a bit. There is something special about your child begging you to play and to keep playing. I don’t recall any of the other kids begging me to keep playing, even though I know they enjoy it.
He put up the request of “Again, pease” one more time and then I really had to get dinner ready. It sure is nice to know that my kids love music as much as Paul and I do. 🙂