This weekend I have had my talented sister-in-law and her husband stay with us. She is auditioning for a fancy-schmancy opera (Nuova) opportunity.
She has been extensively trained... she has studied opera and classical music with some of the best of the best, in foreign countries and far off lands -- Received praises and accolades that would astonish and amaze and critiques and criticisms that could devastate and destroy.
Now, a busy mother of 6, (quite an anomaly in the opera world), she continues to throw herself out there so to speak --to push herself, to provide new opportunities for learning and growth. And regardless of whether or not she wins over their approval at this audition, I admire her tenacity on not giving up on her talents.
Our house has been filled with beautiful opera music this weekend...(which apparently Chaim loves...each time she sings he stops what he is doing, listens and then claps approvingly at the conclusion...whereas when I sing, he shh's me, shakes his head, and puts his hand to my mouth (body language is very powerful)...I refuse to think it is my singing that he is so unpleased with but rather the genre that I am singing (it is possible that he just isn't a fan of Twinkle Twinkle and I am a Child of God)...Maybe I'll try my hand at opera tonight (once the company leaves of course)).
At any rate, I have had the opportunity to get to know my SIL this weekend a little bit better and to admire her accomplishedness.
And yet, though I have been known to compare myself a little to often and measure my weaknesses a little to critically -- I love that I have been able to still feel very accomplished next to this very talented mother of 6, and not feel as though I am lacking some how.
And I believe that my overwhelming sense of accomplishment comes from my very beautiful two little boys...and though I know that pride is not a good thing either...I just can't seem to help myself when it comes to those two.
I truly have two of the most ridiculously cute and awesomely awesome little boys...I feel so accomplished!
that and the fact that sometimes I impress myself by reciting the "JABBERWOCKY" (memorized in grade 4 no less) to see if I can still do it -- Yep...still got it! I am pretty dang accomplished too!!!